#stiles stilinksi x male reader

[s3thwrit3sstuff]

❝ Burn for you ❞

post-s6!Stiles Stilinski x werewolf!male!reader | nsfw, smut | sub.bttm. reader (AMAB) | not proofread | wc: 4k

warnings: omegaverse dynamics (r!), praise kink, biting, scratching, spanking

req: 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)

"This is insane," by all accounts he was right. Stupid, cunning, frantic and witty Stiles Stilinski was right. This was insane. "Stiles," but here you are — countering his factual statement. "Stiles, please..." The hands in his hair stop and he looks at the state you're in. Actually looks. His eyes take in the wildness in your eyes that, once upon a time, would've made him flinch as they glow in the dim lighting of his dorm room. Yet at this moment, they're anything but frightening, instead they're desperate.

There's a startling realization that the werewolf before him was desperate for him that makes Stiles choke on his own spit. The hands in his hair travel down to cover his mouth but you know it's still in that annoyingly slacked-jaw pose. Why were you sneaking into his dormitory room through a window!? "Stiles!" You land on your feet and now Stiles has a werewolf in his dormitory room. The carpet silences the thudding your shoes make as you reach for the collar of his shirt. It's new. Sheriff Stilinski probably bought some new clothes for Stiles for Christmas —that's not the point. The point is, his shirt is new and you're stretching the round collar wider at the front, claws teasing the fabric as you grit your teeth together to stop your fangs from making an appearance. "Hey, easy, easy!" His palms rest on your face. Stiles squeezes your cheeks together when he feels fur attempting to sprout. He shushes, twisting his head on a swivel around his tiny room. His roommate said he'd be out but the lights from underneath Stiles door is on and he sees shadows moving. He can handle a werewolf in distress but handling that whilst keeping the secret of the supernatural away is a juggling act he'd rather not attempt. He's had his fill from his high school days. He'd rather not repeat it again in college.

What were you even doing here? Last time you two called you'd been in Beacon Hills, California helping his father out with some rogue werewolves. What the hell were you doing in Quantico, Virginia!? "(Y/N)," his eyes are set in a determined squint. Yours are furrowed, eyebrows meeting in the centre that makes a slideshow of memories appear behind Stiles eyes with every blink. The second time he says your name it's softer. As if he recalls who you are and you squeeze your eyes shut at the warmth in his voice. Shoulders sagging and grip loosening, you lean forward to bury your face in the crook of Stile's neck.

Everything is fuzzy. There's someone else nearby — two someone's, to be exact, but everything beyond Stiles' door is irrelevant.

Everything beyond Stiles is irrelevant.

Stiles wraps his arms around you. You swear you can feel every scar on his palms and finger pads despite the jacket you wore. It's mindboggling how amplified Stiles is right now.

He eyes the shadows from his door. They pause and Stiles grip on you tightens. It elicits a gasp from you as you clutch the front of his shirt again. Stiles ignores how hot his ears feel as your lips brush against his skin and how he can feel the tips of your teeth (not fangs, thankfully) whisper along the thickest junction between his neck and shoulder — or he tries to. His pulse quickens and you're so close too him you can feel it, see it, hear it. Your hands are flat against his sternum. With your eyes aglow you tilt your head down to spread your fingers across his chest. "Shh, shh, my roommates asleep," Stiles would thank Tom (his roommate) for being considerate but a few giggles escape the girl he's brought over and Tom is pushed against the door. The sound is decidedly too loud for an already sensitive werewolf so you lips curl in distaste. Your growl only cut short by Stiles hands smacking itself over your mouth so hard your head tilts back.

"Stiles — !" "(Y/N)" his whisper is sharper than you're used to. The frown etched onto his face is so familiar but so...grown. It had only been a year since graduation. Since that mess with the Wild Hunt and everything in between. Stiles looks so adult now. Oh, there's still mischief written all over his face but everything that was soft-edged was sharper and there was this hint of a stubble along his jaw and chin. The bags under his eyes were probably because of wild nights roaming Beacon Hills woods for dead bodies but it seemed college exacerbated it tenfold. It reminded you of the Nogitsune when it had Stiles but he wasn't pale and he was still familiar. You're staring. You realize that you are but Stiles just looks so handsome and the memories are flooding in faster than you can stop them. His hands smell like energy drinks, spilled pen ink, dusty cold-case files Stiles definitely had no authority to be snooping through and home. Stiles flinches, chest concaving away from you when you whimper and tug at his shirt.

No, not whimper.

Moan.

"...Your roommate has company too," Tom's girl whispers barely reach his ears through the door. Their shadows stumble away with a few 'hushed' giggles but Stiles only tears his eyes away when he hears his roommates door shut.

"What the - Are you hurt? (Y/N), it's 2 am — You-You're supposed to be in Beacon Hills!"

Why is he so far away from you? He's pacing again, combing through his hair again and he's rambling again.

"Stiles," he doesn't pause as you call for him. He's too frantic to see the way you're panting or the way your cheeks are heated. "You know you're supposed to call me first when things happen!" He gasps and spins to looks at you. "Is it an emergency? Does Peter have another kid running around or something? Hunters? Are you —"

You're breathing too hard. He inches closer again. It feels like he's teasing you. Moving to-and-fro like a sly fox teasing a wolf.

"You're hurt?" "Stiles," the whine is high in your throat. A keening almost. It makes Stiles hands hover over your shoulders when he'd been gripping you so tightly minutes before. "Stiles, I need you"

"Need? Need...Need me to - For what exactly?" Your jacket is shrugged off. He can see the way your shirt is sticking to your skin. To his relief he sees no wounds, no blackened veins bulging and spreading across your skin because a hunter gave you a dose of Wolfsbane poisoning. It leaves him more confused. More flustered. "Somethings happening to me," you take steps forward. Stiles lets you. "What's wrong, (Y/N)?" He wants to turn on the lights in his room. Moonlight looks wonderful on you and the table lamp is less headache inducing to work in during these times but he's frozen with concern.

What if you were cut by a tiny blade covered in Yellow Wolfsbane? Or some other type of poison — a Kanima maybe? No, you weren't paralyzed. You weren't dying, if you were dying he' be sure you'd be more panicky but goddammit what if you were and you didn't realize it!?

"Derek...Derek said it happens to werewolves wuh-when we've...matured," Stiles wasn't there to witness the chaos the pack went through with the other wolves. Blissfully unaware of the embarrassment that lasted for days and it wasn't as though Scott was going to tell Stiles about the time he was so painfully horny after his 18th birthday that Malia and him effectively traumatized Melissa. "Matured...?" "Stiles, my birthday just passed," you don't want to say it. It kills you every time you even think about it so why would you want to say it out loud? "Happy...birthday?" But Stiles wasn't catching on. Derek had advised you about holing up somewhere. Said something about finding someone to partner up with. Preferably a pack mate and not some stranger in a bar. The notion was far too embarrassing. Scott was like an older brother to you and he was dating Malia who you think would probably not mind if you decided to spend your heat with the two of them. You minded though. So, no. Derek was a definitive no. Too much angst, too broody and too old for you and Lydia didn't deserve to be subjected to anymore werewolf biology nonsense then she already had. There were more pack mates but they were all a no but, Stiles...? He made you feel so safe. His brilliance was blinding (sarcastic quips included) and his valor in deathly situations were enough to make you swoon. Such kindness despite the torments life had thrown his way. Even now, he's showing it. He's holding you, tender and sweet, and his eyes are scanning you for injuries. "Stiles..." Your eyes meet. His brow furrows and his hand is cupping your cheek again. "Stiles, I'm...I'm in heat." His mouth opens then closes then opens before closing. Stiles is doing that thing where his brows are moving on their own and his eyes are blinking rapidly which means he's thinking. "Whaaat does that mean? Just - just as a clarification ya' know" You groan. The pants you're wearing has been achingly tight and you can't stand it anymore. "Dammit, Stiles! I need you to fuck me! I'm in heat, I feel - I feel like my skin is on fire and I - I just, fuck, please, Stiles, please" There's tears in your eyes. Embarrassment be damned, it's too much. It felt like your senses were fucking with you, it's been like this for days, symptoms of oversensitivity steadily raising until it reached its boiling point that caused you to drive all the way to here. But all of it washes away when Stiles is holding you. All your focus is on him and it relieves you of so much pain why the fuck isn't he holding you now? "Please, I need you, I need you so badly."

Stiles catches you when you trip over your own feet, faceplanting into his chest where he can feel your open-mouthed breathing. Your hands cling to his shoulders, his wrap themselves around your middle as you cry. "It hurts, Stiles. I can't, I can't think I just — Mmf, you smell so fuckin' good," your gaze lifts up and Stiles groans into your mouth when you surge forward to kiss him. It's a shitty kiss. Sloppy, messy, and there's a clear lack of coordination but fuck it was hot. His tongue brushing against yours along with his lips.

You feel the dry patches he has — clearly college has triumphed his basic needs so you fix it by wetting his lips with your tongue. His grip tightens as you push him back, back and back until the back of his knees knock onto his bed. He falls. You fall too. It's not the first time he's had a werewolf over him but it is the first time he's had a werewolf in heat on top of him. He prefers this compared to the other instances. The window of his room, where moonlight floods in, cast you in this blue hue. It contrasts with the warm hued light of his desk and the colours look so fucking good on your skin. Your lashes are dark with tears. Stiles is certain he's tasted a few of them while kissing you. He reaches up and wipes the evidence of their path away. You turn your nose into his palm like a puppy and Stile's plaid patterned pajama pants feels a little tight. A tear slips and Stiles uses both hands to hold you. Those pretty eyes flutter open and Stiles gulps. You were (Y/N) (L/N), a longtime friend. One of the first guys that made him realize he was bisexual. A cherished friend, someone he could imagine one day meeting up for drinks even after decades have passed. Here you were, on his lap. "Why, why me...?" It was a fair inquiry. He lived miles away and he hadn't been available as of late too. You? You were a looker. So handsome and kind it made Stiles feel guilty every time he jerked off and your face appeared in his thoughts. You could have anyone you wanted. If the werewolf thing was stopping you from getting with anyone...well, it wasn't as if there were a shortage of werewolves in Beacon Hills. The sounds of your breathing muffles the beat of silence. Then, you're leaning down and Stiles places a hand on your chest to stop you. "You...You don't want me?" He feels your muscles tensing. Ready to dart if he nods but he doesn't. "I...I really want you, (Y/N)" You lean again and again he stops you. "Stiles, please —" "Why me, (Y/N)?" He knows you're thinking. You have this tell on your face when you do and since you're just inches away from him he'd be blind not to see it. "Because I...I trust you, Stiles. Muh...More than anyone else. I don't just need you, Stiles, I...I want you" It's his turn to talk but he's quiet. You're whimpering again, hips twitching as you try so very hard not to act on impulse despite the way your body is on fire. There was this annoyingly loud voice in your head just chanting Stiles name and it's killing you that he is so, so, close but not fucking you. When Stiles kisses you it takes you aback, teeth clacking and all but neither of you care. He pushes himself up onto his elbows and he's gripping the back of your neck as he all but devours you. Your hands slide up his shirt. He flinches, pulling away from the kiss and squeezing your neck. "I bruise easily," you're confused. He motions to your hand with his eyes and your eyes widen when you see your claws fully extended. "Shit, Stiles, I'm sorry —" He cuts you off with his mouth. Your eyes are rolling back and he swallows every pathetic noise as he grabs your hips, ass, then your thighs. The yelp you let out when he twists you surprises you both. He's between your legs now, above you and grinning boyishly. "That's — That's new," he nods before diving in to mottle your neck. Your fingers are curled into fists as you arch your back into him. "Learned some self-defense moves, came in handy, huh?" Your laughter dies when you feel Stiles teeth playfully bite into your flesh. "I mean, it works against werewolves" Both of you glance at the wall behind you when you hear repetitive thuds, followed by a squeal of pleasure. Stiles wants you to scream on his dick like that too. You gasp, whispering out his name when Stiles undoes the annoying obstacles that is your pants. Your boxers have a wet patch on them and you nearly kick Stiles off when he presses a kiss on it. He's hastily tugging your pants away from your legs but you're not cold at all. Everywhere he touches you feels like he's setting you on fire.

But it's good. Not like "before Stiles", not like "without Stiles" burning that makes you feverish and turns your skin unbearably lonely. Stiles touches spreads this delicious burn across your skin. Your shirt is next. Stiles doesn't help you with, just watches as you take it off and toss it to the side. He's over you again, kissing you again and you're so overwhelmed you can't help the noises you're making. His fingers ghost along your navel but you've no time for foreplay. You grab his wrist and guide it down to your crotch, bucking your hips up from his ghost-like touches. "Fuck, you're pent-up," You're nodding in agreement, balls tightening as he finally, finally, slips a hand into your underwear. Your torso twists to the side, moaning like a whore as he holds your cock in his hands. "Really pent-up" Stiles jerks his wrist and you're biting your hand to keep the noises down. "Don't, not like they're holding back" Stiles reminds as the headboard banging grew more incessant. He pulls your hand away, pinning it down as he watches your face. His fingers are so good, palm warm and your precum is excessively leaking down. Probably a side-effect of the whole "in heat" thing. His thumb digs into your slit and he's groaning at your wanton moans. Curious, he slides his hand down. "Stiles," you feel him touch your balls but he slips further down to your perineum then to your twitching entrance. His eyebrows shoot up to his hairline. "You're wet" Stiles astute observation makes you dig your heels into the mattress. "You're wet"

"Stiles!" You can't handle this. You need him inside you not have a QNA session. "You've fought werewolves, a Kanima, hunters, the Wild Hunt, the Nogitsune, fuck — You survived holding Derek Hale up in a pool full of water while he was paralyzed for hours, stranger things have happened than my ass being self-lubricating!" You spread your legs, holding your thigh open as you try to catch your breath. He watches, entranced, as your fingers slip into yourself. It slides in with ease and familiarity. You're pumping one finger then two and then three. The way your rim stretches and clenches — Stiles sees it all. Stiles towers over the foot of his bed, over you, and you're relieved as you spot his hands replacing yours. His fingers are longer than yours and it has you melting as he pumps into you. "Shit, you're so warm" "All for you, baby, just for you," his ears are burning again. You look so blissed out but Stiles knows this isn't what you want. His shirt is the first to go and after stepping out from the puddle of checkered patterns Stiles is naked too. His cock is just as pretty as he is. There's moles on it, veins decorating the underside of it. It's long, more girthy near the base. "You manscape...?" You ask. "Shut up," Stiles replies. Stiles splits your legs apart, they're cushioned on the top of his thighs as you wrap your arms around his neck. The tip of his nose bumps into yours, lips catching yours again. He only pulls away when you feels his head catch on your rim. Stiles watches your face as the pressure gives and he's inside of you. He's biting his lower lip, wanting to only hear you (Tom isn't helping but that's not in his control). "Oh fuuuck, Stiles, Stiles your — " Stiles nods, pulling his hips away a bit before inching more inside. It has you whining. The delicious drag of his dick makes you clench and he hisses. "You feel so fucking good," he whispers against your Adam's apple, grinning as it bobs when you gulp thickly. Your claws are out again but he's electing to ignore it as it leaves kitten scratches across his shoulders. "God, (Y/N), you're so tight, so warm — Jesus fucking Christ, I —"

His words are making you squirm. It feels like an eternity but once he's fully sheathed inside of you it feels like all those days of overstimulation hell was worth it. The both of you moan and Stiles relishes in your velvety walls as they welcome him. "Like you were made for me," You whimper out his name. He notices your eyes are wet with tears and so he braces himself on his elbows, pushing you further up his bed. The jostling makes his dick pump into you and you mewl sweetly. "Don't have to cry, pretty boy, I've got you," he cradles the back of your head and places his forehead on yours. "Stiles..." Your eyes widen as he thrusts into you. He's watching closely. Your face scrunched up in ecstasy as he moves in and out of you. "You're so beautiful, fuck, (Y/N)" He hisses again when you clamp down at him. Only looking away to see your cock twitching in a tell-tale sign of an oncoming orgasm. Stiles chuckles as he grips at the base making you groan, shaking your head. "Hey, shh, relax, I'm helping you out. I'm not an asshole," he does that thing with his wrist again and your back arches. You see white and he slows his thrusts down, his back stinging but it's not the worst thing he's been through.

Stiles kisses down your throat and chest. He rubs soothing circles in your hips but he's still so painfully hard inside of you. The very feeling has your cock filling up again. He wraps his lips around your nipple, twirling his tongue around it and letting his teeth catch it as he pulls away. The entire thing has you shuddering. Stiles grabs a handful of your ass then maneuvers you onto your stomach, slipping out of you smoothly before positioning himself behind you. "FBI training?" You pant out as you look at him from over your shoulder. It makes Stiles laugh. "No, uh, just good ole' experience and porn" You roll your eyes at him and he grunts as he grips your hips. "Oh, I'll give you a reason to roll those pretty eyes," His pulls almost all the way out then slides back home. You moan out his name, clutching onto his bedsheets so hard there's a distinctive ripping sound. None of that matters though. The position you're in makes Stiles go in so deep it feels like you're in heaven. Your back is bowed and your face is in the sheets. Stiles sucks his teeth as he watches the way your ass ripples and bounces with every thrust in. You're writhing on the bed, moaning out his name as he plows into you. Stiles can't help himself. He lifts his hand and you squeal at the impact of his hand against you ass. "That feel good?" With the way you're backing up on him, he assumes that means yes. He squeezes your ass in his hands, watching the flesh blush because of his hands. Every spank makes you tighten around him and he groans as he soothes the stinging with his kneading hands. "So good for me, fuck, (Y/N), that's it just — Ah shit, shit, shit, your ass feels so good" Your cock is hanging heavy between your legs. Stiles grip on your hips is almost bruising. Your sweat slicked skin under moonlight has Stiles approaching his orgasm quicker than he anticipated. "I'm going to — " "Yes, yes, yes! Inside me, inside me, Stiles"

His thrusts become more and more erratic and you feel your second orgasm coming at you like a freight train. He's so beautifully loud the closer and closer he gets to his orgasm, you're whimpering as he ruts into you. His hands slide up your hips and he curls his arms around your shoulders to pull you up. Your back flushed against his chest. Stiles kisses you, messy and hot, and you only pull away to moan out his name as you come all over the bed sheets. He's not far behind, he fills the inside of your ass with thick ropes of cum and every involuntary twitch of his hips makes you let out whiny moans. His thighs twitch but Stiles makes sure you don't fall in your own cum. He lays you down next to it, slipping out of you with a groan before he bunches up his blanket to toss it to the pile of dirty laundry. You cling the second he lays next to you and he does not object. He pulls you closer, catching his breath as he kisses the top of your head. "That felt good?" You nod, asking him the same question with a scratchy voice. "Fuck yeah it did, holy shit," You grin as you grasp at his chin to give him a rewarding peck. "You're so...You're so hot, you know that?" "Stiles," you bashfully glance away (an odd time to be bashful but that can't be helped) and Stiles squeezes you closer. "I'm serious! I'm not saying it because of the post-sex glow or whatever — which, by the way, you are glowing" Your guffaw, hiding your face with your hands as he continues look oh-so-proud of himself. "I slept with (Y/N), I spanked his ass — He wanted me" "You're talking to yourself," you murmur, ear twitching as you hear Tom and his girl also coming down from their romp. How nice. Orgasms for all it seems. "And it's wants not wanted" He feels something twitch against his hip. Stiles peeks down and laughs in disbelief. "I still want you, Stiles..." Your eyes glow again. The way you're nosing his neck makes his dick raise to attention. "Stiles," you call. "I've got you, (Y/N)," he answers.

[deadbonsai]

Ive been working on a stiles x m! reader fic since December and its still not done... as a non writer, these 4 chapters are kicking my ass

[godjustkys]

| mndi +18

| Stiles Stilinski x Top male reader

please give requests.

"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..

[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.

[n3x0tic]

Imagine: You ask them if they want to have sex with you.

Teen wolf edition

Stiles got distracted by the sudden question that took him by surprise, he tripped and fell, making a mess in his room. Then he looks at you and notice you’re being serious. "Like, right now?’" You nodded and he stood up quickly. "Uh, yeah!" Then in a hurried attempt to get naked he tangled himself under his shirt.

Derek smiled and said "You should’ve asked sooner…" before picking you up, then throwing you down in his bed and removed his clothes in a slow sexy manner to get you aroused.

Liam was taken a back when you made your question, and more when you emphasized the action, sounding more like an order and less of a question. "Y/n, we’re in school." He looked around nervous, "I don’t care, I want it now." The fact that you we’re coming off to him as very dominant was a mayor turn on, and without hesitation, he entered a classroom locked it while you threw all the stuff on top of a desk where he placed your lower half to grope you as he fiercely kissed you.

Scott laughed a little shyly "Very funny, Y/n." after he saw that you weren’t laughing and was looking at him stern look he realized you weren’t kidding, making him shut his mouth, then grabbed you and took you to his house on his bike in a hurried way.

Theo glanced at you with a sly grin "Cant say i didn’t see this coming, but I wanted to ask you the same thing.” let’s just say that you guys had wild sex in his truck after that.

Isaac got startled and he them blushed. "What?" He then put on a straight face as if the question didn’t faced him at all. "Oh, it was nothing…" You giggled im a mischievous way as you walked, leading him to your room while taking piece after piece of your clothing. He stood up, feeling giddy and tripping at first. "W-Wait up. Y/n, wait up!" He removed his clothing quickly and closed your door and locked you both in it.

‘I’ll be damned.’ Peter laughed victoriously as every part of him was making him head towards you "We’ll? What are we waiting for?" Both of your hurriedly becoming undone of your clothes, completely forgetting that you we’re in Derek’s loft, a frequently visited place.

Jordan scolded you for making that question out of the blue under working hours ""Are you crazy? We’re im the middle of work." He whispered, "That doesn’t answer my question, Parrish." He sighed and after your shift ended he took you on a quick date and slept at his place.

Ethan felt amazed that he can still win over people easily but politely declined. "You know I have a boyfriend, Y/n" and why a sly smile you told him "He can come, too. Jackson is pretty hot…" Ethan hummed, meditating the offer, and called Jackson.

Chris felt like he his the jackpot with this, but tried to hide it as much as he could. "It was getting hot down here, anyways." He took your hand with grin and guided you to his bedroom.

[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!"

[supercap2319]

Idea: Y/N and Stiles watching a movie at his place and Sheriff mistaking Y/N for his boyfriend. Maybe him saying 'It's late, isn't it about time your boyfriend went home?' or something.

"It's late, isn't it about time your boyfriend went home, son?" Y/N and Stiles looked up from their Star Wars movie marathon to see Sheriff Stilinski standing in the doorway. His arms across his chest as he raised his eyebrows at the two boys with a pointed look.

Stiles paused the movie and looked at his head. "My boyfriend? First of all, how dare you interrupt our cinematic experience. And second of all we're not—"

"I don't want to know the details, Stiles. As long as you're being safe, that's all I care about."

Stiles opened his mouth to protest, but Y/N got up when he realized it was almost midnight. "He's right, Stiles. I should go." He looks at the sheriff. "You have a lovely home, sheriff. See ya later, baby." He kissed Stiles on the lips, a quick peck as he left the other boy blushing and shocked.

Noah Stilinski looks at his son with a pointed look. "So, what? You've got a boyfriend now?"

"I'm not gay, dad!"

"You could be. Or Bisexual?"

"How do you even know what that means?!"

"Parrish." The sheriff smiled.

[yourmomxx]

stiles stilinski falling in love with a chimera - headcanon

Stiles Stilinski x male!reader (no pronouns used)

Summary: how stiles slowly falling in love with a soon to-be chimera would be

Warnings: doesn’t exactly follow the plot of the show, language, reader smokes (it’s mentioned like two times), stiles is anti-cigarettes

Word Count: 1.6k

A/N: I’ve wanted to turn this into a long fic like ages ago, but I don’t really have the energy to do that at the moment, so enjoy this as just a headcanon. also I am completely disregarding my other fics that are rotting away in my drafts unfinished right now hehe … anyways

line dividers by @maysdigitalarts

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE

You were the kind of person to not exactly be poor but it’s not like you were rich, either.

You had enough money to make a living, and what you had left you spent on your travels.

You had already been to various different places and countries such as India, Italy or Africa, and therefore owned many souvenirs.

Such as leather bracelets, exotic spices, or rings

Telling people that you dropped out of school (on purpose of course) to see the world and learn new things usually didn’t encounter much enthusiasm.

But your journeys and experiences had made you very mature and wise for your age, may people believe what they want.

While you resided in Beacon Hills you started working at the Sinema, standing at the bar and pouring drinks for people.

Wearing a shirt because you weren’t that type of guy

You would see many people going in and leaving the club, opening conversations with some of them, but none of them really spiked your interest much.

Until one night a skinny guy with black hair and a flannel shirt showed up at the bar, leaning against the counter and pretending to be there just for the fun of it.

You slid a finished drink over to the customer who ordered it and watched the black-haired boy as he observed the crowd with squinted eyes, stretching his neck now and then to get a clear look over the moving bodies.

You mirrored his position against the counter and spoke next to him: “Hey, what’s your name?”

Spy-guy’s head snapped around in alert and he subconsciously raised an eyebrow when he looked you up and down.

“Why do you want to know?”

You grinned at him. “Can’t I ask a pretty boy’s name?”

He just stared at you, mouth slightly agape and eyes open wide, completely caught off guard.

But it only took him a second until he shook his surprise off, and answered as bluntly as before: “Stiles Stilinski.”

You frowned. Stilinski? “Stilinski?” You heard that name before. “I’ve heard that name before.”

Stiles on the other hand, wouldn’t have thought you would be so nosy. Still, he didn’t want to be rude, so he just murmured a quick “Dad’s the sheriff” before turning his gaze to the crowd again.

You nodded. But more to yourself, considering that Stiles wasn’t facing you anymore. You followed his stare, but as much as you tried, you weren’t able to make out anyone outstanding that he could be looking at.

“Who are you looking for?”

“Why do you think I’m looking for someone?”

Wow Stiles, you’re great at dodging that guy’s questions

“Because you’ve searched the crowd like three times with your eyes and never even thought about dancing or taking a drink. Also, you’re standing, if you were waiting for someone, you would be sitting. ”

“You are aware that this is totally creepy, right?”

You just laughed slightly while tossing the dish towel over your shoulder and leaning at the bar with the plan of your hands.

“I’m just observant.”

Of course, Stiles being Stiles, he wouldn't be able to let such a challenge slide. He wanted to cut your ego a little bit, so he just pointed at a random guy sitting on the other end of the bar. He was wearily swirling the icecubes in his empty glass around with the little umbrella, and on his left shoulder were the words 'Born Rebels' tattoed.

"So what can you tell me about him, Mister 'I am observant'?"

You looked the direction Stiles pointed and shrugged.

"His girlfriend just cheated and broke up with him."

Stiles pursed his lips in disbelief. "You wanna tell me you got that all by just looking at his posture?"

That was when you smirked again. A confident smirk that was. "I said I am observant, not Professor X. I just heard their argument before."

So, naturally, after that and given your entire attitude, Stiles would be absolutely infuriated with your presence and was just happy to finally have you off his back when he left the Sinema that night, even though neither he nor Scott had found what they had been looking for.

And so, also naturally, when his best friend mentioned you as one of the Dread Doctor's targets, he couldn't help but groan out in annoyance.

But that's also how Stiles found out your name. He had never asked it that night at the club, and a part of him felt bad about that.

"Y/N Y/L/N," he read. Usual name, Stiles thought. But then again, probably any name would seem ordinary in comparison to Mieczyslaw Stilinski.

One other thing that Stiles learned that irritated him about you, was your calmed and nonchalant behavior. For example when he and Liam payed you a visit to inform you about your potential - but very likely - supernatural problem.

"Aren't you a little bit very much terrified?" Stiles spat. The three of you were standing in the yet empty nightclub, Stiles had his arms crossed in exasperation.

You simply shrugged. "I don't get terrified," you said. "Maybe nervous, but not terrified."

Stiles scoffed and rolled his eyes. Liam just stood there and looked back and forth between the two of you.

So, yes, Stiles had found another unlikeable thing about you.

But due to the whole chimera thing and you being in immediate danger, he had to inevitably spend more time with you.

And at some point, he would realize that he liked you. But he liked you different.

He would still act sarcastic and annoyed towards you, because he didn't know why he suddenly felt this way or what he felt even.

You shook Stiles's perfect life to the core and turned it absolutely around.

You were funny, smart, and at the same time somewhat mysterious and cool.

And that irritated Stiles. Or more the way his mind, body and especially heart reacted to it.

At some point, Stiles would start to question things about himself. Primary things. Like where his attraction went for example.

But of course, Stiles being Stiles, he would pack it as a joke because he wouldn't know how else to handle all of it.

"Mason, am I attractive?"

"What kind of question is that?"

"Just tell me, am I attractive to gay guys?"

And eventually, when it was Stiles' turn to help you keep an eye out for the Dread Doctors ...

"You know, you didn't have to follow me into my living room," you said, but a subtle smile was playing around your lips. Stiles was scratching the back of his neck.

"Yeah but, you know - the Dread Doctors could always kidnap you while I am outside, so I should probably stay with you. Or even better - right next to you. Like directly next to you. You know, um, for your security."

... an accident kiss would happen. It would be quick and neither of you would have really had time to think about it before it happened, but Stiles would hurriedly mutter an excuse and rush off after, leaving you sitting between the cushions of your living room sofa and your heart racing.

You stepped out onto the balcony and lit up a cigarette, thoughts racing but with no idea what to do. You really liked Stiles and feared that you messed everything up now.

Your free hand ruffled through your hair, frustrated, and, for the first time since Stiles had met you, absolutely terrified.

After that, Stiles would avoid you at all costs for a while.

One of his friends Scott, Liam or Hayden would cover his shifts and keep you company, but it just wasn't quite the same.

After the second day, you decided to confront him.

"If you didn't like it, Stiles, that's fine. I would be lying saying that it wouldn't hurt, but I would get over it. But at least talk to me about it. Because unlike you, I can't pretend like nothing ever happened."

Stiles would not be able to concentrate at school anymore because he would realize that he had grown to like you more than a friend, but it was confusing for him. Confusing and scary.

And then one late night, he showed up at your house unannounced, seeing you sitting on your porch, a cigarette in your mouth.

You looked up at him in slight confusion, and Stiles nervously buried his foot in the ground as he spoke.

“I’m sorry about how I acted. I guess I just didn’t really know how to feel. I never thought about me being - different, you know. I had to figure some things out before talking about what happened.”

You stayed silent and when Stiles positioned himself next to you on the porch, you didn’t complain.

“So have you figured things out?” You asked in a low tone, lifting your head to seek eye contact with him.

Stiles slowly nodded. “Yeah,” he answered under his breath, “Yeah, I guess you could say that.”

You smirked and both of you slowly leaned in before your lips finally, slowly met with each other.

Stiles’ stomach twisted and turned around at the feeling of your lips moving against his, but it was a good feeling, because it was you he was kissing, and that was enough to make him want to experience it forever.

When you pulled apart, Stiles was biting his bottom lip in an attempt to hold back a grin.

“One more thing though.”

“Yeah?”

“You should stop smoking or else I won’t kiss you because it tastes just gross.”

You let out a short and quiet laugh, throwing the cigarette to the ground and lighting it out with your foot. Then you cupped Stiles’ cheek with your right hand and pulled him closer, only to whisper “I think I can live with that thing,” before you would kiss again, warming each other in the cold of the night.

[malereader-inserts]

The Trifecta

Fandom: Teen Wolf Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Male!Reader x Lydia Martin Summary: Jackson is confused about the sight he sees before him Word Count: 1,015

Jackson looked confused, though no one really clocked in - it’s been years since they last saw him and he was the intruder of the group. Then again, the people before him are people he knows - well, some of them. He doesn’t know why he feels out of place but then watching the group in front of him baffled him.

"So, how did you and Ethan meet?" Scott asked, drawing Jackson's attention away from the trio, though it wasn't enough as Jackson stared at the Alpla mutely before his eyes lay back onto the trio.

"I'm sorry, when did this happen?" He spoke suddenly, even he was surprised to hear his own voice, "When did this become a thing?"

You looked up from your laptop as Stiles had his arms draped over your shoulders, resting his head on top of your head whilst Lydia was next to you, her head resting on your shoulder. If anything, the three of you were a tangled mess that just made sense. All three of you paused in your leisure searching to stare at Jackson.

"Huh?" Stiles asked, confused why Jackson was asking, "We've always been a thing."

"No, we haven't," Lydia corrected her boyfriend.

"Ah," You spoke up, ready to correct your girlfriend, "we've always been a thing in terms of having crushes on each other, but we've not been dating for that long."

"It's been like six months," Lydia says.

"Oh, if you think that's a long time, then I do wonder what years feels to you," You teased at her as she rolled her eyes, taking her head off your shoulder, but that made Stiles hug you closer to him as you fitted perfectly under him.

"It was a long time coming," Scott added, shrugging his shoulder as he sits next to Jackson.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Stiles asked, pretending to be offended, knowing full well that his best friend knew his ten-year plan to be the boyfriend of either Lydia or you, but Stiles shut up immediately when both his significant other stared him down.

"It was bound to happen," Scott clarifies, clearing his throat, "You three just draw to each other, like a moth to a flame, like I said it was a long time coming and that's not a bad thing."

"I think it's cute," Derek emerges from out of nowhere, "I mean look at them, "Lydia the brains, Stiles the emotions, and (Y/n) the brute."

"Thanks," You replied dryly at the comment from Derek.

"You know what I mean," Derek jabs back at you as you give him a smirk, rolling your eyes that he might have taken it to heart.

"I mean you are the main protector of your relationship," Malia spoke up next to Scott, massaging his shoulders, Scott sends an appreciative smile to his girlfriend, "Like how many times has Stiles gone to save Lydia and he got himself in a situation that you always come saving."

"Well, it's unsettling how it's happened more than once," You give your boyfriend a pointed look as he pouted back at you, causing both you and Lydia to chuckle at his reaction.

Jackson knew of Malia, Stiles' ex-girlfriend, he's heard a few stories here and there since he arrived back in Beacon Hills - he still wonders how Stiles managed to date her as well - perhaps Jackson is still imagining Stiles as this skinny boy he was when they were in high school together.

"But, how did it happen?" Jackson pressed on, as Lydia sighed.

"It's complicated," She replied honestly, before shrugging her shoulder, "How did you and Ethan get together?"

"It's complicated," Jackson replied, before realising, he nodded in defeat that no one really wanted to disclose what happened.

"I still think it's a dream," Stiles says after a few minutes of silence, he was squirming under the silence that he had to say something, "I mean, have you seen the two of them?"

Everyone make a noise of amusement and agreement before Stiles looked somewhat offended, he was hoping no one agreed to it, but come to think of it - he doesn't know how he managed to end up with the two most beautiful people he's ever met.

"Come on, Stiles," You softly tug him down into the seat next to you, "You're just as important in this relationship as Lydia and I."

You really did have a way with words that made both of your significant other smile to themselves. With that, everyone gathered that the conversation was done when Lydia gasped as she spots something on your laptop as you were scrolling.

Jackson was left to watch his ex-girlfriend, the guy he bullied and the guy he was always jealous of just work so well together. The three of you matched each other's energy so well, the three of you could keep up with each other. He watches as he sees Stiles starting to smile with a tease as he makes a loving snarky comment about Lydia's excitement about whatever was on your laptop.

He watches as Lydia had a spark in her eyes, ones he never received when he dated her, as she rambles the ears off her boyfriends' ears. You listen intently as you nodded along whilst Stiles was riling her up. He sees you smile to yourself and Jackson could see the fondness of your heart.

"Hey," Ethan says, rubbing his hand on his boyfriend's lap, the only person that could draw Jackson's attention completely somewhere else, "You okay?"

Jackson's happy, he found his someone and when he looks over your way, he's happy for the three of you for getting your happy ending. Even if it was a confusing combination, he could see how content and loving each person in the relationship was.

He sits back, gazing upon his old friends and new friends, who accepted him so quickly, he sighs happily being in a pack again. He looks at his boyfriend with loving eyes and a smile to make him swoon.

"Yeah, I'm okay, I'm more than happy about where we are now."

[thebisexualdogdad]

hi! love your writting, super glad you're keeping the male reader tag alive- there's so few of those out here.

prompts:

39. tell me something i dont know about you

+ "when im with you i feel like myself. i feel like every side of me is present and accepted. and i feel good about it- i feel good about who i am when im with you"

with Stiles x ftm reader?

fluffy & a little hurt comfort-y, with Stiles letting the reader know that despite dysphoria, he sees him exactly the way he wants to be seen.

thanks!

Stiles Stilinski x FTM!reader

You and Stiles had been friends since you were in diapers, your dads worked together so when they found out they were both expecting kids around the same time it was basically fate that brought you two together.

You finally started dating your freshman year of high school, Stiles had been crushing on you since kindergarten after all and Scott was the one who talked him into actually telling you how he felt but two years later when you were ready to come out as trans he was who you were most terrified of telling.

You're laying in his bed, just cuddling and listening to music, weeks have gone by and you still haven't found the right words to tell him the truth.

"Have you ever thought about how crazy it is that we've literally known each other our entire lives?" Stiles states.

"No one knows me better than you do," you reply despite knowing you have a huge secret you're keeping from him.

"There has to be something left to learn still, come on Y/N tell me something I don't know about you," he chuckles.

You're silent for a moment, Stiles believing you're just thinking really hard to find some weird obscure fact about yourself but finally you reply with, "when I'm with you I feel like myself. I feel like every side of me is present and accepted and I feel good about it- I feel good about who I am when I'm with you."

"Woah that was unexpectedly deep, where did that come from?" Stiles laughs.

You sit up, Stiles suddenly getting concerned at the change of energy in the room.

"There's something I've been trying to tell you for a while now and I don't know how you're gonna take it," you say nervously.

"Hey, you know you can tell me anything," he says rubbing your arm to try to comfort you.

"Stiles… I'm trans," you blurt out.

Stiles looks at you for a moment trying to process what you said, "okay… can you tell me what that means exactly for you?"

"I uh… never really felt like a girl you know even as a kid but it wasn't until about a year ago when I realized that what I was feeling was gender dysphoria."

"So you're a guy?" He asks.

"Yeah I am," you say looking away from him assuming he wouldn't want to be with you anymore.

Stiles puts his hands on your cheek and gently tilts your face to look at him again, softly kissing you.

"You aren't mad at me?" You question.

"Of course not," he assures you, "I love you, I have since we were five years old and nothing will ever change that. I see you for exactly who you are and if you say you're a guy then that's awesome, no matter what I will always love you."

You just smile and kiss him again, feeling the love radiating off of him.

"Have you told anyone else?" He asks.

"No you're the first person I wanted to tell."

"Do you want me to be there when you tell people cause I will fight anyone who doesn't support my boyfriend," he says.

"I like when you call me that," you chuckle.

"You mean my boyfriend? Better get to used it cause I'm going to be telling everyone that I have the coolest boyfriend in the world," he smiles, pulling you in close and laying you guys back in the bed to cuddle again.

Of course it took him some time to adjust but he really was the rock in your support system and even spent an entire week pulling all nighters researching how to be the best ally and partner to you.

He was there for you when you told your parents and your friends, he helped you picked out a new name and was always the first to correct anyone who used your dead name or the wrong pronouns.

You couldn't have asked for a better boyfriend.

[inlovewhithafairytale]

First time you ever listen to me.

So this is an imagine that I wrote at 1am and I feel is not good at all. But here it is.

Warning: there are mentions of drowning

Yn was stiles stilinskis adopted sister. Being 2 years younger than him made stiles want to protect her from everything that had started to happen in their life's.

Yn was adopted by the stilinski family when she was 4, having been abandoned in a random house she had been brought to the sheriff's station. That day the sheriff's son was there and took a liking to the sweet shy 4 year old. The sheriff and his wife had always wanted to have more kids but couldn't so when Claudia met the little girl who had dark brown eyes and a sweet smile she completely fell in love with her and begged along with stiles to the sheriff to keep the girl.

So that's how you stilinski began her life, she was a smart kid who always had a smile on her pretty little face, but she always liked to be with her big brother no matter what, and stiles liking to have her around at all times placidly complied. When stile and yn met Scott they became inseparable and it was usual to see the two bigger boys and a young girl playing together.

Yn was close to her adoptive mother so when she became sick, and had to stay in the hospital it became normal to all the nurses and doctors to see brunett little girl with a small bouquet of flowers walking toward the room A13

When Claudia died when Yn was 8 she grieved the loss of her mother so bad that the sheriff got worried about the girl who refused to eat and sometimes stayed sitting staring at a wall, her mind somewhere else. Since then Yn became even closer to Stiles and every night she would go to his room holding Mr.bear and climb up to his side.

Years went by and Yn had a pretty normal life till her dear brother decided to go search for a dead body in the woods. That nightt was the time Yn's life would change for ever from that day on she had been included into her best friend's mayhem. Him becoming a werewolf, werewolf hunters, Derek. And the most recent supernatural creature. Kanima. Except they didn't know it was a kanima then.

Yn had been included in the plan to get the bestiary, which they had all formed to see what was the creature who had been lately roaming the streets of beacon hills. The plan didn't really go as expected and yn found herself by the swimming pools.

She had heard voices and went to see who was there. She came into the room just in time to see stiles and Derek go under the water, she went to help them, but her path was intercepted when a horrendous creature in all fours and a tail, pretty much like a lizard. She screamd and ran the other way. She though she could get out of there safely when she heard a snap and felt something slice slightly the back of her neck, right when she was beside the diving pool.

Yn felt her limbs go numb and she fell into the water.

Stiles had just resurfaced. When he though he heard a scream but he couldn't have actually heard it while holding a splashing and very much useless Derek up

"Did you hear that?" Stiles asked Derek whilst holding him up, which became more complicated by the minute.

" couldn't have heard anything while I was bellow the water" he gruffly answered.

Well you're not the one holding us both up"

Derek just grunted in reply when he saw the Kanima wasn't near their pool.

"Where's the lizard?" He asked trying to turn around.

"It was right ther- what's it doing near the diving pool?" Stiles started cutting himself out as he saw the lizard like creature looking into the water one pool away

"You can't expect me to answer that do you?" Replied a very annoyed Derek spitting water our of his mouth.

While stiles and Derek were complaining, Yn was fighting against her own body to get to the surface. She felt her lungs where going to explode as she begged her body to function, but she had kanima venom in her system and it wouldn't wear off in a while. She tried to think, to scream for help knowing that Stiles would come and get her. But the only thing that got out of her mouth were boubles as she sank further in. She felt her head go dizzy at the lack of oxygen. But she refused to open her mouth till the very last moment. She felt herself grow tired as she felt he lungs would collapse, and she let the water in. After a while she didn't feel anything. She fought against the darkness that tried to consume her. She though about her family, her new friends, of her future life. And for a while, it helped her fight. But she soon realized none one was coming to save her. That maybe it was for the better altogether, she'd miss her family. But it was for the better. It was all for the better. And then she closed her eyes and let the darkness consume her.

Stiles felt himself being pulled out of the water and into the ground. He grunted as he hit the floor and he heard derek grunt as well as he fell beside him. Stiles looked up at Scott " thank God, I was wondering when you'd come!"

His best friend gave him a small smile down at him.

" it was a kanima, " Derek said" that's why it turned around when it saw its reflection"

"Where did you leave Yn?" Asked stiles sitting up.

" what do you mean? I left her here with you?" Scott replied furrowing his eyebrows at the boy

"No Scott she left with you." Stiles started to get worried

"Stiles when I leaved I left her here"

"Stiles didn't you say you heard something?" Derek asked him stiffly sitting up

"Yes, I thought I heard a-"Stiles cutting himself up when the truth hit him "oh my God" he quickly lifted himself in his feet and ran toward the diving pool" God please don't let her be in the pool" he quietly muttered to himself.

Scott had quickly followed him helping Derek up.

But surly stiles saw at the bottom the frame of a body. He didn't think twice abou diving in. He quickly took the small frame in his arms and swam back up.

He pulled Yn's body out. Scott looked down at the girl and saw that her lips where blue and her face deadly pale.

Stiles saw it to but he denied the truth, he gently shook Yns body

"Yn common wake up" he said" please don't live me, Yn please common baby wake up" he gently slapped her face but nothing, stiles felt fear gripp him" no, no no no, common Yn, you need to wake up".

Scott was already on the phone calling an ambulance and Derek, being the adult of the group, he quickly took stiles arm." Start doing Cpr"

Stiles could vaguely remember how he started pounding aging Yn chest"one,two, three..." and giving her mouth to mouth. He didn't remember how the tears slid down his cheeks as he tried to bring back to life his little sister.

He started sobbing when he saw she wasn't answering any of his pleads for her to fight. He hit her chest when a gentle cough came from the girls blue lips as the ambulances sirens was heard in the distance.

His eyes widened and he looked back to Scott who had been o the phone whith his mom and giving stiles directions on how to keep doing the CPR properly. " mom she coughed"

" her heartbeat's slow" derek told him and in that moment the paramedics burst through the pool room and to Yns side.

Stiles didn't remember how he ended up in the ambulance in the way to the hospita, holding yn-s cold hand in his. Or how his dad had to hold him from going in with the paramedics while they took Yn to a room to try and bring her back because her heart had stopped again.

Stiles sobbed into his dad's shoulder, dripping wet as he was " it'll be all right Stiles" his dad tried to comfort him when the truth was he was as scared as his son, that they would lose Yn.

Scott was whith them in the waiting room with his mom ad well as Lydia, Allison, Isaac and Derek, who had arrivquickly after Scott's mom called them. They were all extremely worried for the girl that had brought so much happiness into their life's with her shy way, the way she smiled and the way she was always there for people when they needed someone.

Aftera few minutes the doctor came out with sober look in his face. " we're sorry but Yn haven't survived." Everyone in the waiting room gasped at the words, everyone's eyes watered at the though that such a young life would be ended so unexpectedly. Stiles looked up tears falling from his eyes.

" Can I see her?" He asked quietly as he cleaned his cheeks from tears only for new ones to take place.

The doctor nodded and stiles went into the room where his sister laid motionless. He chocked a sob put as he looked at the once face that was so full of life a few hours ago.

"Why did you leave?" He whispered to her." Please fight, Yn I need you, please, you can't go. Don't live me like mom did."

Stiles took her hand in his and gently squeezed it as he cleaned his face with the sleeve of his shirt, only to realize he was still wet form half hour ago.

Then out of nowhere a gasp came from Yns lips and she shot up from where she laid . Stiles jumped away from her in surprise and the doctor and his dad rushed to the door of the room to see what was happening.

"Yn?" Siles whispered to his supposed dead sister.

When Yn turned to him stiles saw that her eyes were glowing violet but quickly faded to their natura brown color when she saw him.

"Stiles" she gasped out before stiles tackled her in a hug holding her close.

" I thought you were dead" he said against her damp hair.

"I heard you telling me to fight"

" well first time you ever listen to anything I say" he muttered holding her tighter against him.

So part 2? This took me so long to write. Hope you guys like it

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Stiles glares at you and you just laugh.

"Come on going to a fair is romantic!"

"Mhm, and I suppose you want me to win you prizes, and we can ride the ferris wheel and we can kiss at the top?" Stiles jokes and you grin at him.

"Okay fine, but you have to win me a teddy bear." He sticks his tongue out and you grin, assuring him that you will and keeping the ring you have in your pocket, safely away from Stiles eyes.

"So when are you going to kiss me?" Stiles looks impatient and you grin at him.

"Well I don't think I should... I mean you were saying it's so cliche."

"Oh my god Y/N just kissss meeeeeee. Or I'll jump out of this."

"Can I do something better?"

"What's better than a kiss from you?"

"A proposal?"

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Stiles Stilinski x Wheelchair!Reader

Stiles slowly made his way down the hospital halls. His boyfriend, Y/N had gotten into a pretty serious... "car"accident and had been hospitalized for a couple days. Stiles had been away for about a week, so this was the first time he was able to visit Y/N.

Room 238, room 238, Stiles repeated in his head. Every number he looked at made him more and more anxious about what he would find once he got to Y/N's room. 

Stiles stopped walking as he reached the room. The door was closed and the blinds in the window were down. If he wanted to see what was inside, he would have to go in. Stiles reached for the door handle and let it rest there for a moment. Did he really want to know how bad it was? What if Y/N had lost a limb? Or maybe had burns somewhere on his body?

Stiles took a deep breath and slowly turned the handle.

A nurse was helping Y/N into a wheelchair. The noise of the door opening caught the attention of both Y/N and the nurse. 

"Hey..." Stiles said shyly. Y/N gave him a soft smile.

Y/N had really missed Stiles. He felt a little guilty because he hadn't contacted Stiles since he woke up and knowing his boyfriend, he knew that Stiles was worrying as much as he could. 

"I'll leave you two alone," the nurse said and left. 

"How are you feeling?" Stiles asked nervously. 

"My head doesn't hurt as much as before, so that's a plus. They want me to stay in this wheelchair for 3 weeks until my legs are ready for physical therapy," Y/N explained.

Stiles sighed, relieved that the wheelchair wasn't a permanent thing.

"So, I doubt a car accident is what actually happened knowing what goes on around here. What actually happened?" Stiles asked.

"Werewolf, obviously. I went out for a jog and he attacked me. He crushed my legs. I think he was gonna kill me, but a group of guys found me before he did. I didn't recognize him either," Y/N said. 

"Don't worry, I'll call Scott and make sure that bastard has his legs removed." Y/N giggled.

"You're so cute when you try to be scary." Stiles felt his face heat up. 

"H-Hey! I'm scary. Just because I'm not a werewolf doesn't mean I'm not scary," Stiles said, crossing his arms. 

"You know, I feel kind of guilty," Y/N said, changing the mood.

"Why's that?" Stiles said, his voice softening immediately. 

"Well...I-I don't know. I wish I would've been able to take care of myself so I wouldn't have to worry everyone when I get hurt. And now for 3 weeks, and possibly even more, I'm gonna be so high maintenance. It makes me feel...pathetic," Y/N said, his voice faltering every once in a while.

Stiles stood there in silence, in complete shock that the person he loved more than anything was feeling bad for something he couldn't control. He didn't know what to say to make Y/N feel better.

"Sorry, that totally brought down the mood. I shouldn't have said anything." Y/N quickly took back his statement and tried to push it away. 

"Please don't feel like that. It's not your fault that you got attacked. How were suppose to take care of something like that? Werewolves are strong. You're human. No one expects you to be as strong as someone like Scott or Derek. Don't think you're pathetic just because you can't fight off a werewolf of all things."

Y/N didn't respond. He had went so long thinking the opposite. He wanted to believe Stiles, he really did, but something in him was telling him that it wasn't true. 

"You're smart, way smarter than most people. You've helped everyone so many times, in the human world and the werewolf world. You are so much more than you think and I won't give up until you believe that as much as everyone else does." Stiles knelt down in front of Y/N and grabbed his hand. 

"I love you, Y/N. Never forget that." Stiles leaned over and placed a soft, slow kiss on Y/N's lips. Y/N reciprocated it immediately. 

"I love you, too, Stiles," Y/N said once they pulled away. Stiles gave Y/N a soft smile and stood up. 

"Now, everyone is waiting for you at my house, so we're gonna go there and have a good time. Movies, food, you name it." Stiles took a hold of the handles on the back of the wheelchair and began pushing Y/N through the halls. 

"How fast do you think I can run while pushing you?" Stiles leaned down and whispered in Y/N's.

"Don't even think about it, Stilinski," Y/N warned. Stiles chuckled. 

"Alright, alright. But once you're out of this thing, I'm taking it for a spin myself."

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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.