#CH. STILES STILINSKI

[wanna-bee]

Twilight (2008) / Teen Wolf (2011-2017)

[voidboymads]

Easy Access (A Steter bonus ch)

Since ao3 was down for a while today, I felt like writing a bonus ch for my camboystiles! fic where the servers go down on the site he uploads to and he decides to have some fun on live while he waits.

I'm posting it here and on ao3 but the link to the fic on ao3 isn't quite working! If you want to read it on ao3, find the fic or my profile under Sourwolfmads and the fic titled: Some Kind of Human Contact and bonus ch 2 if you want to skip ahead :3

Pairing: Steter

Rating: E

Tags: Porn with some plot, sixty-nine

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“…I was just about to watch your latest video and.. I know! It’s a shame, but apparently they had to do some maintenance. That’s why I’m here on live with you all now.” Stiles smiled, his eyes gazing over the influx of messages popping over his live stream.

It was an impromptu one for sure, but he figured it would be a nice treat. His last live was six months prior, and it was only a Q&A.

“Welcome in anyone who just joined. There’s so many of you, I might not be able to get to every message, but today, I thought I might share something with you guys.” A few bubbles popped up with dollar amounts signaling tips those watching were giving him. He lounged in the chaise in Peter’s living room, one arm lying above his head as he held his phone in with the other hand. “I’m going to pick one request - a reasonable one - and do it for the stream.”

Messages upon messages poured in, too quickly for Stiles to really be able to read them all, but a few stood out. Ones like ‘jack off’ or ‘butt play’ were among the main ones but Stiles kept looking until on caught his eye.

“Sixty-nine with that boyfriend of yours..hm.” Stiles glanced around the apartment, wondering just exactly where Peter was when the wolf entered in through the hallway - no doubt having heard Stiles reading aloud the request. “Haven’t done that in a while, what do you say ‘boyfriend of mine?’”

Peter walked up behind the chaise, gripping Stiles’ shoulders to apply a gentle massage before running his hands down Stiles’ chest. They came to stop on his hips, and while resting his head on top of Stiles’, he growled softly, “We could - but not on the chaise. Come with me, darling.” He reached out and took the phone while Stiles stood and started heading toward the bedroom. Peter flipped the camera around so that it focused on Stiles’ butt and slowly zoomed in to catch every movement in the small shorts he’d been wearing.

“Didn’t I say I’d buy you more sweatpants?” Emotes and dollar signs lit up the screen.

“Yes, but I figured these were good for easier access.” Pale hands reached down to grab at the bottom of his shorts, tugging upward as Stiles walked so that more of his ass were exposed. “Don’t you agree?”

Peter chuckled and zoomed back out, shutting the door to the bedroom behind them. “I most certainly do.”

Stiles reached for the phone and turned the camera back around. “One moment while I prop you guys up.” He grabbed the tripod with the extension for his phone and connected it, apologizing again for the shaky cam. No one seemed to mind anyway, and once it was set up and facing the bed, Stiles felt arms wrap themselves around his waist.

He turned, welcoming Peter’s arms around him as he wrapped his own around Peter’s neck. The kiss they shared was sweet at first, but as Peter leaned into Stiles’ space, he parted his lips for Peter’s tongue and couldn’t help the soft moan from escaping his mouth. It never took too much to get Stiles hot and bothered with Peter around. Sometimes he’d find himself popping a boner just looking at him from across the kitchen island.

This relationship had lasted a good long while - longer than either of them probably thought would be at first, but Stiles knew that Peter felt the same as he did now. There was no turning back; they were stuck with one another for life, and they weren’t complaining.

Especially now as Peter guided them to the bed, hands on Stiles’ hips, fingers already pulling at the band of his short shorts. Stiles kicks them off when he falls back on the mattress, his own hands eager to strip Peter of his plaid pajama pants. “Why do you double knot the strings?” Stiles muttered, trying his best to pull the knot apart.

“You bought me a size too big, remember?” Peter’s voice was already low, teasing on a soft growl as he reached up to run his fingers through Stiles’ hair. The tenderness of Peter’s hand on his head spread warmth within Stiles, starting in his belly and spreading to every finger and every toe. Even his nose and the tips of his ears burned with the heat Stiles always felt when presented with the feast that was Peter’s body.

His mouth was practically salivating at the thought of having Peter buried in his throat.

“You’re right,” He mumbled, finally able to untie the pull strings. The pants fell easily enough, and thank whoever Peter wasn’t wearing anything underneath. “Easy access,” Peter growled again in agreement and slid his fingers down Stiles’ jawline, gripping his chin between finger and thumb.

“Say ah, babe.”

Stiles hadn’t needed to be told twice. He licked his lips, parting them as Peter guided his half-hard cock into his waiting mouth. This was preferable, because Stiles liked feeling Peter grow while he worked with tongue and lips to get him there. He waited this time, though, holding Peter in his mouth until Peter grew agitated. The warning growl in his chest vibrated softly through his dick, tickling Stiles’ tongue - urging Stiles to squeeze his throat around the intruding length.

One glance towards his phone had Peter growling out another warning, fingers now back in his hair, giving him a sharp tug. “Let’s see what they’re saying, hm?” Peter backed up, the grip on Stiles’ head keeping him in place so that he had to crawl with Peter while he moved toward the phone. “Some of them say you look pretty on your knees.” Instinctively, Stiles moaned as Peter thrust in and out between his lips. “But others are still screaming for your cock in my mouth.”

Peter rolled his hips, the tip of his dick pressing against the back of Stiles’ throat. It was almost enough to make him choke, but he was able to breathe through it. When it happened again, Stiles couldn’t hold it and gagged, coughing as Peter pulled himself free. “Please - please.” He tried to catch his breath, voice a little raw from coughing. He wasn’t sure exactly what he was begging for - for Peter’s dick or Peter’s mouth. Stiles just wanted more.

It was never enough with Peter.

Hauled up by his shirt, Peter stripped them of the rest of their clothing, climbing onto the bed to lie down. His head lay resting on the pillows, a hand already idly stroking himself as he watched Stiles move about the room - setting up the tripod and phone at a different angle by the end of the bed.

Here would give the best view, Stiles was sure of it. He kneeled down on the bed, kissing Peter silly until Peter had to pull away, a reluctant purr in his chest as Stiles climbed down and over his body. He glanced at the phone one last time just to make sure it would capture Peter behind him. Satisfied with it, Stiles resumed pulling Peter in his mouth - now much bigger and firmer against the edges of his mouth. He wouldn’t be able to fit him in entirely, but his hand wrapped around the bottom half made up for it.

Peter’s toes wiggled, and Stiles huffed quietly through his nose. Moments like these, ones Stiles was sure no one else would be able to pick up on, were tiny little glimmers into Peter’s mind. He usually was always blunt enough to say what he was thinking but time and again, Stiles would see a wiggle or a smile or a few finger taps that told him Peter was enjoying whatever was going on in that moment.

Clearly, with his huge cock in Stiles’ mouth, it was evident to him and those watching that he was enjoying himself but still - the little things.

“Hmph, mm - ” Peter’s breath against his dick was warm but his tongue burned in wonderful ways as wet heat enveloped his aching erection. Stiles almost stopped himself for a moment too long when Peter gently smacked him on the behind to remind him not to. He wriggled, Peter’s mouth squeezing on him in another soft reprimand.

Stiles countered by popping off Peter, lips sucking on the tip as he laved his tongue along the slit. Precum was already starting to bead, which Stiles hungrily devoured. Peter moaned softly around him, a purr in his throat sending tremors up to Stiles’ stomach.

“Fuck - Peter,” Stiles moaned, his tongue flattening itself as it ran up the length of Peter’s dick. His knees were already beginning to shake, and he couldn’t stop himself from rolling his hips into Peter’s mouth. “Can I?” He breathed, bowing his back to get an upside-down glimpse of Peter. He couldn’t quite see much of Peter, but when the wolf buried his face deep into Stiles’ crotch, it was all the answer he needed to start thrusting into Peter’s mouth.

A mountainess groan left Stiles’ mouth as he dipped his head, momentarily resting it on his arm. The sounds Peter’s throat was making, the wet gurgle, the soft slick slide of his cock rolling in and out, almost had Stiles hitting the edge and he needed to collect a little bit of himself if he was going to at least try to last a little longer.

Peter’s cock felt even hotter in his mouth as he worked his tongue and lips over as much as he could. His hand, dripping and wet, slid up and down the base, squeezing every so often to hear Peter grunt in response. He wasn’t exactly sure how long they had been at each other, finding some nice rhythm to thrust and suck and squeeze.

It wasn’t until Stiles felt something wet circling his hole did it snap him out of his cock-drunken reverie. He pushed back at the pressure of Peter’s fingers, cold and wet and inching their way inside, a whining groan erupting from his throat as Peter’s fingers fucked him. It was all so overwhelmingly wonderful, and Stiles was sure he looked a proper mess, but the feeling of being full of Peter just fueled the fire in his belly. It spread throughout him again, sending small shockwaves of heat as he pushed back on Peter’s fingers and down into Peter’s throat - as his throat squeezed and worked Peter’s cock into a dribbling wreck.

“..eder - ‘m..nna…mmm - ngh!” It was hard to talk with his mouth full, but Stiles tried to warn Peter - though it seemed Peter wasn’t inclined to listen or stop. He slipped a third digit inside and pumped Stiles’ dick in a rhythmic thrusting that had Stiles losing his mind. He leaned up, bracing his hands on the bed on either side of Peter’s hips, arching his belly against Peter’s chest, and just kept bouncing himself inside of Peter’s mouth. “Shit, I really am - Peter I’m gonna - ” It hit him like a wall, striking him until he saw white and all he could feel was electricity coursing through his body, spilling himself down Peter’s throat.

His hole clenched around Peter’s fingers but they continued their onslaught even after the high of his orgasm began to fall. Squirming against them, but unable to hold himself up, Stiles collapsed on Peter’s body, letting his lower half be used to Peter’s pleasure - until Peter rang him dry and slipped his shrinking erection from between his lips.

“Time to stop the live, darling.” Peter’s fingers stopped their impaling, and Stiles squirmed again, a pitchy whine on his tongue as they left him. He couldn’t exactly move to do so, and Peter’s hard-on was still staring him in the face, but he obliged and rolled off over onto the foot of the bed.

Reaching over and straining a bit to do so, Stiles snatched the phone. He removed it from the tripod and tossed it somewhere before rolling onto his back to talk to the screen. So many messages of varying degrees hit him like a ton of bricks, but again, they were moving too fast for him to catch enough. Some said ‘what a fantastic job!’ or ‘wish it could have been longer!’. One even said ‘shame we couldn’t see the other one cum’, to which Stiles chuckled - his voice hoarse in his throat.

“This was just a snack to tide you over until the site comes back up. I promise, the new video I was going to upload this morning will be a banger.” More messages flooded in, along with notifications for tips, but as Peter slipped from the bed, Stiles heard the distinguishing sounds of a drawer being opened nearby and knew it was actually time to say goodbye. “Thanks, everyone! See you at the next one!”

He tossed the phone to the side after ending it and sat up on his elbows to watch Peter jiggle a small bottle of lube.

“I should do these more often.”

Peter sidled up next to him on the bed. “What? Blow jobs or live streams?” He snatched Stiles by the legs and slid him over so his ass was flush against his cock.

Stiles rolled his hips on instinct, his body shivering as Peter squeezed the lube over both his dick and Stiles’ hole. “Both. Both is good. Now shut up and fuck me. Please.” He grinned, catching Peter cocking an amused eyebrow at him.

“Oh look at that - ” He reached between them to press a few slick fingers against Stiles’ rim, catching him off guard momentarily. “Easy access.”

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Read on ao3 here (if the link is working)

[dunbonnets]

Keelie: When you said you'd do magic in bed, this isn't ex—

Stiles, holding up an 8 of hearts card: Is this your card?

Keelie, softly: Holy shit

[mrsaluado]

lari from @hotchfiles' archive for fics unrelated to criminal minds.

tags on this post will guide you to works for each character & type of reader.

[bibaybe]

before the pretty girl encourages you vs. after the pretty girl encourages you

[feathersontheclyde]

“ don’t worry about it, okay? no apologies necessary; just breathe, everything’s good. “ hope @ anyone

Stiles says nothing, nodding and curling his fingers through the gaps of hers and into her palm as it pressed on his chest where she could easily feel the rapid beat of his heart. Each breath is heavy, thick, and felt like fire in his lungs. He shuts his eyes. " It's not working, " Stiles shook his head, breathing faster until his head started spinning. He drops a hand to the bed out of reflex to keep himself upright, gripping the blanket.

[ofhowlingwaves]

Sniffing out Scents

<< Starter for @lightcreators | Stiles Stilinski >>

Morgan had woken up alone in bead and after he had got ready for the day and made sure Eli was dressed, fed and entertained. He attempted to see if Derek had left a note or message about where he went. It would seem his boyfriend or Stud Wolf as he called him had pulled a disappearing act. He mildly cursed in Gaelic under his breath before he gathers his things and Eli to track down his beau. With Eli in his sling hanging bright eyed to the world on his chest he left on foot.

He discreetly used his nose to track Derek down and walked across town in search of him. He may have stopped along the way to wet his whistle with some coffee as he went. But eventually the trail led him to a house. Now what did he do? He cocks his head and hears an unfamiliar heartbeat, just the one. So, he did what a Sourwolf would not do and knocked on the front door.

[allhalemischief]

He has the are you an idiot? look down on day 1

stiles side eye stilinski

[wanna-bee]

[voidboymads]

Instability (A Steter Fic)

Update Post! Ch9 Up Now!

Pairing: Stiles/Peter

Rating: E

Chapters: 9/?

Additional Tags: Hurt/comfort, angst, Blood and violence, Sexual Violence, Magic, Dark, Violent Sex, Blood play, Smut, Witches

Summary:

This is where he feels the heavy burden of his joints, feet firmly planting themselves on the ground just before the imposing stump. He wants to reach out to touch it but the air around him turns acrid. It burns at his skin, filling his mouth with a sour taste. It breaks his heart not to be near it, to feel it beneath his fingers. Yet, it keeps him at bay and he doesn't know why.

"What are you doing here?"

He whips around, finding an intruder - offended at the wolf catching him off guard. It stares at him, icy blue eyes just as calm and quiet and quizzical by nature. It strips away his self, vulnerability rising to the surface as if he were out here naked and exposed.

Read here on AO3

[dunbonnets]

Stiles: Man, it sure is dark in here!

Keelie:

Stiles: I'm not scared or anything!

Keelie:

Stiles: I mean, whose scared of the dark these days? Not me haha

Keelie: Want me to hold your hand?

Stiles, instantly reaching out to take her hand: YES PLEASE

[allhalemischief]

I am obsessed with the idea of streamer stiles

post canon streamer stiles who randomly drops lore about himself and proceeds to never elaborate. like, he'll be in the middle of a stream and casually go 'this feels exactly like that one time my boyfriend's psycho uncle chased me through my school in the middle of the night' and then completely moves on while the chat explodes. derek, stiles' strong armed moderator, is low key having the worst day of his life

[sapphireginger]

Title: Paw Patrol - Chapter #5

Pairing: Steter [Stiles + Peter]

Rating: Mature

Warning/Tags:

None

Summary:

After the disaster of a courting gift, Peter kept his distance and so did Stiles. The twins still got to play with Nia of course, just like Stiles promised and vice versa but there was something missing now and after another three months of silence other than what was necessary between their daddies, the three children put their heads together to come up with a plan. Of course, they came up with more than one plan since they’ve heard the saying that plan a never works.

@steter-stackson-bingo

Card Number: 107

Square: Plan A Never Works

After the disaster of a courting gift, Peter kept his distance and so did Stiles. The twins still got to play with Nia of course, just like Stiles promised and vice versa but there was something missing now and after another three months of silence other than what was necessary between their daddies, the three children put their heads together to come up with a plan. Of course, they came up with more than one plan since they’ve heard the saying that plan a never works.

Turns out that the twins’s Auntie Liddy was more than willing to help with their plan as was Nia’s cousin Cora. This made the children cheer because they saw how miserable their daddies were now and if their plan worked, that would change and then upon the success of their plan they’d all three of them have two daddies. So, they got to work on what Auntie Liddy and Cora said was called the Stubborn Boys in Love Plan. Nia scrunched up her nose and suggested an alternative name. 

“We should call it Parent Trap.”

Lydia and Cora exchanged a look and smiled. The twins giggled remembering those two movies from one of their sleepovers. 

“At least there’s no new woman or anything,” Cas said. 

“Yeah!” Reyn chimed in. “Plus, I like Mr. Hale. I don’t want a new mommy. I want a daddy.”

“And I like Mr. Tinski. So, me too,” Nia said softly. 

“Me three!!” Cas said and they all bumped fists. “We should also rewatch the movies for research purposes. Daddy always says that research is very important.”

All three of the children agreed much to the amusement and fondness of Cora and Lydia who were more than willing to get the two stubborn men to sort things out. 

It was time to put their heads together. This plan was gonna work, all of them knowing that without a doubt. 

✶ 🐺  🐾 ❤︎ 🐾 🐯 ✶

Nia left her pillow at Lydia’s House and asked her daddy to get it. Peter wanted to send Cora because he knew Stiles had planned to see Lydia, though don’t ask him how he knew that. Cora refused and Peter went. Stiles shoved the pillow at him and slammed the door. Peter sighed, but as he turned to head back to his car, he heard Lydia’s voice. “You’re being stubborn and acting like a child, Stiles.”

“Watch it, Lyds. I love you and you’re my best friend but if you think that you can order me to be nice to the man who tried to poison me with the same poison that killed—” 

“I’m sorry.”

Peter heard them shuffle closer and suspected Lydia was hugging Stiles. Peter wished he could comfort the man and his wolf was whining at him to do just that, but Peter kept walking, got in his car and left all the while wondering who the poison had killed and terrified it was the twins’s mom. Wouldn’t that just be Peter's luck?

[bibaybe]

Top five moments in movies/shows that made you go “oh, this non-explicitly-queer character is NOT straight”. 🤭

this is so late oops

homoerotic broken bottle threatening between eddie and steve in stranger things. already hced steve as bi but that cemented it for me. and honestly, eddie was never straight in my mind lmao

stiles stilinski joking with scott about finding him hot, Biles, danny volunteering to sleep with him then being disappointed when he says he's joking - stiles is bisexual and if jeff davis wasn't a coward they would have confirmed that shit

spencer reid during the episode where he met up with an old friend in new orleans and the vibes.... those two definitely hooked up in the past. then i learned he originally meant to be explicitly bi and i was like, yeah, i fucking thought so

fatin from the wilds. there is nothing straight about the way she looks at leah, especially in season 2. that is a girl in love

isaac lahey dancing with erica and jackson in teen wolf s2? mans was enjoying it too much to be straight

[feathersontheclyde]

“Wake up! The pumpkin patch opens in ten minutes.” for stiles

He scrambles to his feet with a paper sticking to his face with slobber. " I'm up! I'm up! and I'm ready, let's go. " He stumbles over to the nightstand to pick up his keys and blows the paper off his face then wipes his face.

[allhalemischief]

Stiles is the boy who runs with wolves. He is Mischief. He is Void.

The very first episode, he drags his best friend into the woods in the middle of the night to look for a dead body. Even before the show started he is known to consistently invade his sheriff father’s privacy - eavesdrops on his phone and radio conversations, snoops through and steals information from case files, etc. He manipulates, gaslights, and views laws and rules as more like guidelines that he regularly disregards.

This is the guy who runs headfirst into mortal danger with nothing but a baseball bat. He will punch werewolves and chimeras and whatever else he deems necessary in the face. And on more than one occasion, has hit them so hard he makes them stumble.

Stiles is insecure, sure. That is a distinct part of his personality. But he is also stubborn and loyal and protective and refuses to stand for anyone’s bullshit.

With all the shit they’ve all been through, he deserves to get to be a little feral.

But ultimately he was already slightly feral from the very first episode.

I need my stiles to be as feral and angry as Derek if not more. Like it doesn’t matter what scenario or au you put them in stiles has to be just or more insane than Derek.

Like in canon even though stiles was “afraid” of Derek and others werewolves he still squared up. He’d fight god if he could and honestly I’d put money on stiles if he’d had enough prep time, maybe even without it.

Like I’ve read a fic when Derek was a bully (???) and stiles let him get away with hurting him? Stiles would punch him in the face same as he did Jackson and if that doesn’t work cause you know the whole werewolf thing— stiles would hit Derek over the head with a baseball bat.

Please stiles is unapologetically himself and not to be fucked with