#*c:stiles

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for @mcrshmcllow continued from here

Julian had definitely been working harder than usual, which typically was already rather hard. He'd taken on quite a bit of extra work this semester and had managed to finish two extra papers for a possible placement in a field related to his degree. Hence an overall lack of relaxation or time to himsef but hey, it been worth it and he'd managed to pull it off and get the top result in Professor Herrera's class. So when Professor Woods had come to him and remarked that Professor Herrera wanted to see him, Julian had assumed it be related to his paper - just not related in this way.

Which is how he found himself pressed up against the wall to the man's office, crowded by the older man's body and feeling that hot breath and beard against his skin, the sensation alone to make Julian's usually sharp mind overload with sensation. He was shocked, bewildered even that this was happening - mind filled with confusion, body filled with almost trembling arousal. God why did being called his favourite make his legs feel weak?

"Professor, I...this is...what you wanted to see me more?" Julian found his voice, shaken and breathy. "Professor Woods said it was urgent, what-" His words were cut off as his brain short circuted at the roll of those hips against his cheeks and felt those lips and teeth on his skin, marking him. Marking him as Vincents. "F-Fuck..."

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They'd totally be the two that steal each other's phones to take selfies.

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In Stiles's defence how was he supposed to resist sticking around for the moment? A rugged werewolf with a face almost insuffarably attractive that seemed to enjoy him rater than be irritated behind him? Plus the sex was...kind of insane really, like the best he'd ever had and it wasn't even close. Not to mention it was...well, it felt nice to be wanted like this. He'd never been wanted by someone else in the way that Alonzo had made him feel. Which is why he hadn't had any shame in starting the day with the man's cock down his throat, worshiping it with kisses and just...being a good boy. Well, a good boy in terms of how Stiles could be normally.

"Depends on the kind of trouble it could bring" He challenged back with a smirk. "Not that I'm one for trouble, such false accusations are a smear against my good name" In other words, Alonzo was completely correct in that Stiles was a trouble magnet. "Besides, you seem to enjoy when I run my mouth. Since you've been keeping me around" He pointed out, before leaning in and giving the head of that cock a kiss and nuzzling against it with his cheek. "Admit it, you like having me around."

A small snort came from the older man as Stiles talked about it being a kidnapping. As if the younger man hadn't been free to walk around and explore every inch of the ranch he wanted. The only restriction that had been made was the bedrooms that belonged to his kids. Otherwise, Stiles could have easily left the house, taking off without a word right down the road. Sure, it was a long and somewhat hellish walk but it was freedom. The hand wasn't forceful. Not yet. Just a gentle but consistent pressure to keep Stiles focused on the task that he had started.

"Think you might need to focus more on the task at hand, putting that mouth to work rather than letting it run. Before you get yourself in trouble," Alonzo responded. "Though, somehow, I don't think that would be any sort of new situation for you. I bet that mouth has gotten you into a lot of trouble before." Something that he was feeling certain about. The older wolf couldn't be bothered with the younger man's past right now. He wanted to focus on the present only and enjoy the blow job that was setting a really good tone for the day.

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for @men-of-paradise continued from here

Needless to say Stiles wasn't in his right mind, but then again that's what happens when you get cursed by magic from a witch. He wasn't sure even what the magic affecting him was exactly or its purpose, only that certain emotions and sensations were heightened and his ability to contain himself seemed almost completely gone. The plan had been to do a summoning circle for a fey, they were powerful magical creatures after all and could break curses and so forth. They might be tricksters and dubious by nature sometimes, but Stiles was smart and knew how to use his words as well.

Unfortunately for Stiles, this magical curse or effect or whatever it was seemed to go into high drive when he came face to face with the fey himself. Stiles didn't even know he had the rope with him or what he was doing, until suddenly he was on his knees and had that thick beautiful cock between his lips as he eagerly sucked and looked up at the mysterious fey being with dilated, amber eyes.

Shame flushed on his cheeks from the being's words, even in this strange haze he had some semblence of his mind. Managing to drag his mouth away long enough to gasp, body trembling and heart racing as he found the words. "Not...I...this wasn't the plan, some sleezy witch used magic on me and I need a cure and..." He shuddered his breath, eyes almost hypnotized by the cock before him as he kissed the head. "I'm already stuck with one supernatural group, not stupid enough to sign myself over to a fey..." He murmured.

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Stiles paused at the question, clearly giving it a moment to think it over before responding. "I was still in love with my ex and was just looking to feel what I'd felt with them again and David swooped in with promises he could never keep. He wasn't half the dominant that my other guy was and he didn't make me nearly as happy but hey, lonely hearts make dumb decisions" He shrugged, glancing down a little and seemingly a little more quiet for a moment but less so out of guardedness but more sadness. But he was quick to push it aside or lock it away and return to his more animated self.

"Not confusing them, I just have always had them interlinked with me and wanted that. Kind of why I'm not so sure there's anything you can do for me" Stiles remarked, locking eyes with him. "Don't get me wrong you clearly have experience and probably a Jedi Master when it comes to kinks and you're like ridicolously attractive. Like seriously, it's almost offensive how good looking you are" Stiles found himself going on a tangent and distracted by James's good looks before finally getting back on track. "But your clinical, distant way of doing this just...I don't know, not sure it'll work for me. Not sure I can connect with a guy who seems so against that sort of dynamic from what you've said so far" He shrugged. "All of this to say you're more than welcome to call this off, tell David it won't work out. No point wasting your time with me, I'm sure you've got a list of others you could help right now" He remarked, shoulders a little more tense and slouched in his booth when the waiter came in with the cocktails, making a point of thanking them.

Listening to this man talk about what kinks or situations might help benefit from was a surreal situation, like it was a business deal or a doctor recommending certain medication to a patient. Though truth be told he still painted quite an image for Stiles, imagining being unable to see or move. "I feel like it'll either zen me out or make me have a panic attack...or maybe make me more chatty since if I can't see you, I'll want to hear you - plus you'd be denying me your handsome face, so that sounds like a punishment" Maybe he was being a little flippant, so he decicded to be a bit more genuine. "Yeah, my ex got me there several times. It's been a long time though and I honestly don't know what this version of Stiles would be like when he's in that headspace..."

"what makes you say that?" he asked, when the other called it a dumb decision. he nodded, that wasn't uncommon, though the next part had him tilting his head in curiosity, "we might have found one of the issues in this case, stability is one of the foundations of a dominant-submissive relationship," he pointed out. He arched his brow as the other went on, and smirked softly, "you confuse a romantic relationship, with a dominant-submissive one. You don't need to know my entire life story to trust that I know what I am doing. A couple of scenes together would tell you that better than any story could. As a submissive, you have instincts, Stiles. You should learn to trust them." He pointed out, "our need as dominants to know details, is not for the bond itself, it's so we know what things we can help with, how to better take care of you, how to guide you. It is not your job to bear our burden, it's the other way around. If you are in a relationship that is also romantic, then that should be a different story, I suppose. At least that's what I hear," he didn't have those.

he snorted lightly at that. "i am not in the business of tricking you, but certainly," he agreed anyways, so the other could relax. he hummed, "i suppose we'll see about that," half of the work of a dominant was often to get the submissive to open up. he supposed they'd see how honest stiles was once the questions got harder. he smirked, "consent should be clinical, specially at first, so as not to be influenced, seduction comes second," he pointed out. he watched him watch him, and he could guess the answer before it came. he nodded at the warning, "we'll put it into the contract," he assured. he smiled then, "surely," he paused as the waiter came over with their cocktails, he took a sip of his own, "for example, i believe you would benefit highly of sensory deprivation, and bondage to center your focus. how do you feel about that?" james had a strong feeling that if he blindfolded, bound, and made stiles cum over and over again, the boy's mind would finally quieten. "have you ever been taken down properly? entered sub space?" he clarified, in case the other didn't know the terminology.

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for @men-of-paradise (for saikif)

"So you're a djinn? Basically you're a genine then. You the kind that's free and going to cause chaos for this town to clean up or the kind bound to some object where you'll grant wishes but will try and convince or trick me to spend one of them to set you free?"

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"Stiles, did you add a new name to your board?" Lydia was sitting on his bed. She noticed a name she hadn't seen before written on it.

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Stiles Stilinski [Teen Wolf]

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This entire situation was batshit crazy - here they had some coven who was out to do something to the pack. Capture them? Kill them? Maybe sent a message? Test them? Who knew, it was a completely unknown and yet despite all of that it seemed almost secondary to the intense dynamic between Stiles and this nameless witch. The threats, the snark, the sexual tension was almost beyond insane like the two of them were in their own little world. Which was fine, the more this guy was focused on Stiles the less he was on his coven and helping them. But that didn't mean Stiles wasn't going to push back, even if this man was turning him on so much he thought he might lose his entire mind. Even as he tugged that chain to drag him closer, Stiles still had plenty to say and push back.

"You know what I want?" He murmured as those fingers came out and stepped even closer so they were chest to chest and squeezed the witch's cock a little harder. "I want a man who isn't in denial and isn't this much of a coward. See you talk about being this big bad powerful witch, got me literally in a collar and leash and love the power trip of it all...but even now you can't be honest with yourself, let alone me" He shot back, stroking his cock as he said all this.

"You think I don't know you're gonna think of me after this? You could of just made this a kidnapping, make me play the role of bait. But no, you wanted me in a collar...on a leash. My mouth on your fingers was enough to get you rock hard and you're so desperate to leave your impact on me....so yeah, you do want me to know your name. You want me chanting it like its gospel, you want me calling you things I don't call any other guy. The guy who knows that, who wants to admit all of that...yeah, I would love to suck his cock" He murmured against Dario's lips. "But I doubt that man's shown up yet."

If they were each cornered individually, Dario thought that the pack could've been overpowered. That was why he decided to take Stiles when he was alone, no wolf, coyote, banshee, kitsune, or hellhound around to help him. He knew that the other coven members liked recording too, so if they were having their ways with Scott, Derek, Lyndon, and anyone else he'd find out about it soon enough. "You think you're so smart with that fucking mouth of yours and you don't seem to notice that's what's continuously getting you in trouble. Sex is a powerful tool to let someone's guard down and then get them when they're vulnerable." Even though he looked annoyed, jaw tightening, he was actually impressed that Stiles wasn't letting up.

"You can flatter yourself all you want, but believe it or not this isn't what I thought I was going to do to you. So I don't give a damn if you know my name it not. If you want to think about me so desperately when I'm done with you, I'm sure I'll still haunt your dreams or your fantasies for that matter." Fuck, when he felt that mouth take in his fingers and that hand on his bulge, he couldn't help his body's natural response. Dario's shaft throbbed at the touch and he tugged on the chain connected to Stiles' collar now. "Want something bigger?" He asked while sliding his fingers out of his mouth.

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for @inherentlyindecent who asked for 16C, RyderxOpen

Ever since his pops retired Stiles had been suspisous about the new sheriff for Beacon Hills. After all what if he was secretly an evil werewolf or some sort of next big bad come to town? So he'd some some research, some snooping and perhaps had got himself caught by the very man he was supposed to be spying on. That was how Stiles had ended up in the cop car - hands cuffed and technically being driven to the station by the sheriff himself. Only things had taken quite a turn.

Now Stiles wasn't sure exactly why this was happening, maybe it was to keep him quiet or part of the sheriff's plan or just the start of his punishment. All he knew was he currently was trying not to gag as that thick cock was down his throat and made to give the new Sheriff road head and worship his cock as he continued to drive. One hand on the wheel, the other gripping Stiles tightly as he did so. And now that the man was driving slower the risk of being caught or being seen seemed to only grow with every second. This was beyond wrong and dubious and yet shamefully hot all at once.

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“No! Stiles you are not going in there with just a baseball bat.” Allison tugged him back by his shirt. You’re going to get yourself killed.” She said, continuing to talk him down. “There are a bunch of murderous Alphas’ in there”

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for @himbosfandom who wanted a starter

So yeah, Stiles was a bit of a superhero fan boy. He always had been and his excitement of a boy of capes and powers and dashing men saving the day had never faded but as he’d gotten older he also couldn’t deny that those big arms and strong jawlines were also definitely a part of the fantasy and the reason why he was so into them. So when he got a chance to see Superman strutting his stuff as a hero of course he got his phone out to record, who wouldn’t. The man looked like a greek god of muscle and power and always been a favourite of his and so when he flew off at the end there was an element of disappointment. But it didn’t last long when he could of sworn he saw the hero land not too far away, behind some buildings. Maybe it wasn’t right of him, maybe he should of just...let it go but he couldn’t help but make his way over towards the location and the alleyway in question, arriving about ten minutes later and poke his head around the corner, camera still in hand and see if the hero was still about.

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