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Sorry Officer

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Pairing: Jordan Parrish x Stilinski!Reader

   The familiar sound of police sirens filled the air around you as you pressed the gas pedal to the floor. Was it a great idea to piss off Deputy Parrish strictly because you were bored? Probably not. Is that exactly what you decided to do with your day after your brother and Scott had taken off that morning in search of evidence that there was a new creature in town? Yes, yes it was. You got dressed and headed straight to the station to set your mission in motion. 

     First you sat at his desk with your feet on his paperwork throwing paper clips at him. He didn't even look up at you, just flipped to the next page in his report. When that failed to irritate him enough, you rearranged his desk and moved all of his files when he had gone to the bathroom. When he came back, you told him that you had shredded the files. The only person that succeeded on getting a rise out of had been your father, Sheriff Stilinski; who decided that you needed to be on timeout in his office. You moped around his office until he kicked you out of the station and told you to cause problems elsewhere. He probably immediately realized his mistake, but you were gone before he could amend that statement. 

    There was one very well known fact about you. Your little brother may be bad; a no it all who had a knack for getting in trouble, but you had perfected the art. All of the officers in the station had at one point or another pulled you over. A few had had the opportunity to cuff you and bring you in. If Noah Stilinksi had not been the Sheriff, you would have quite the rap sheet. Lucky for you no one ever pressed charges 

    Walking past all of the cruisers, you were not surprised to find that Jordan's was running and ready to go in case there was an emergency. Yeah, you'd get in trouble for this one, no doubt, but it was worth it. You opened the car and slid in. You were careful backing out, when they say drive it like you stole it, they mean follow traffic laws so there isn't reason to pull you over. You saw Jordan walking out of the station as you pulled out; you also saw him see you. This was about to escalate quickly. You ended up next to Scott and Stiles at the red light. Both of them practically hanging out the window while questioning your sanity. Just as the light turned green, you could hear sirens off in the distance. Maybe it was Parrish, maybe it was your father, either way you would end up in lock up. 

     You stepped on the gas as lights hit the rear view mirror. You floored it, running the next red light; that was thankfully at a dead end road that no one used. You could see that it was Parrish that was following you in his truck. Why an officer would need a truck and a car, you didn't understand, but you assumed that it was because he dealt with all of the supernatural shit in town. You were approaching the preserve and Hale house when you had to slam on the brakes to avoid driving head first into Derek. You were lucky that they were both supernatural or there would have been an accident. 

      You white knuckled the steering wheel while they both got out of their vehicles; Derek was going to check and make sure everyone was alright, and to make sure that Parrish didn't kill you. 

      "Sorry officer, I didn't see the red light, I’m color blind" you grinned up at him. His eyes danced with flames, he was beyond pissed. You could hear your father over the radio as your life flashed before your eyes. Parrish leaned in the window and grabbed the radio; presumably letting him know that he had caught you. 

     "I don't care, you stole my car!" Derek chuckled as he got back into his car and drove away, leaving you to deal with the consequences on your own. Jordan glared, clearly waiting for you to give him some sort of reasoning that would justify such stupidity and recklessness. 

    "In my defense, I was told to cause trouble somewhere other than at the station." Jordan didn't seem to follow your logic, "and you were ignoring me."

     "So you stole my car so I'd pay attention to you?" He stood ramrod straight and looked at you in disbelief. 

    "No, I stole your car to make you mad. You paying attention is just an added bonus." He was even more confused as you shooed him away from the door so you could get out. "Just cuff me already and we can discuss this on the way back to the station."

    "Not cuffing you." it was your turn to be confused. 

    "Why not?" you huffed.

    "Well, someone has to drive the cruiser back since I have the truck and despite the fact you stole it and ran a red light, you didn't wreck it so you get to drive it back. Then you can spend the afternoon cuffed to my desk," you gulped. Surely he didn't mean that in a way that you would enjoy. "And why were you so hellbent on making me mad?"

    "You're hot when you're mad and I was bored." you smirked at his expression. "Not that you aren't always hot. Maybe you should ask the Sheriff for a shirt in a size up." His sleeves looked like if he flexed, they would burst at the seams. 

    "Are you trying to flirt your way out of punishment?" He licked his lips and looked between the vehicles clearly plotting. "You know, these need to go to the car wash now that you decided to go down a dirt road." 

    "You aren't going to let me take these through the drive-thru car wash are you?" you looked at the mud and the clothes you were wearing. Jordan crossed his arms over his chest, aviator glasses and stance telling you he was going to enjoy this.

    "Nope, good old hand wash," he turned and walked back to his truck and got in, you followed suit and waited for him to pull out, which he didn't. He waved you to go first so he could follow you to the car wash. No running this time. It was packed so you waited in line, you spotted Derek vacuuming the Camero out. He saw you and Parrish in line and started laughing. He finished and pulled off to the side to enjoy the show. 

    When it was finally your turn, Parrish climbed out of the truck and leaned on the hood, arms resuming their crossed position. Derek mimicked him by his car. They were enjoying this too much. First thing you did was spray yourself in the face with the hose trying to get it working. Jordan had the decency to at least act like he wasn't laughing. There really wasn't a way to clean these vehicles and not get soaking wet. 

Your phone dinged with a notification from Derek: Guess who got caught and is now facing her first punishment! It was nice that he had left you in the group chat for that. You looked at the attached photo of you spraying yourself in the face; immortalized in the group chat. At some point Peter, Scott and Stiles appeared, deciding that they had to see this for themselves. All of them stood by as you struggled to get the car clean… you still had yet to start the truck. 

The audience got bored pretty quickly and dissipated, but not before Stiles handed Parrish a change of clothes for you. He kept the folded neatly and sat them on the passenger seat before returning to his supervisior duty. 

When you finally got the car done, Jordan hopped in and pulled it off to the side siting that he didn't want your wet ass in his car. When he pulled the truck forward, he didn't get out. He watched you closely from inside the truck, regretting his decision to make you wash the vehicles more and more as the seconds passed. 

You had stopped when some guy walked up to you to say hi. You looked mortified to be washing the vehicles while the officer was inside. You passed it off as just helping out, but you looked like you wanted to melt away. Jordan was also coming to a conclusion that he was going to have a hard time covering up; he was starting to really like you. You, Stiles' annoying older sister. Little miss can do no wrong. The OG shit head. Everyone agreed that you were far worse than Stiles. But you were growing on him. 

    Once you were done rinsing the truck, he rolled down the window deciding to test the waters. He called you over to hand you your clothes, when you turned to walk away, he pulled you back and in for a kiss. You didn't immediately pull away, but you didn't exactly reciprocate it either. He let you go to change your clothes. While you were getting dressed he inspected your work. When you walked back in, you silently got into the car and he followed you back to the station. Before you got in, you found his ticket book and wrote him a note: Next time get me coffee first ;).

He'd find it sooner or later.

[andreafmn]

TW imagine being Stiles little sister and the pack finding your art book of them and Stiles and Malia being concerned because your not in it when u didn't draw or sketch your self and Derek explains why because ur not a part of the pack.

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: Ok so, it's quite short. I didn't want to go too into backstories and draw everything out. But I really loved this prompt, and I definitely see something like this happening. I hope you like it!

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It was dark outside. The silence of the night had slowly crept into the concrete walls of the loft Derek Hale called home. Nights like this had become far more customary than anyone in the pack had liked. At first, it was simply the go-to place for strategy meetings and the occasional fight. As more enemies accumulated in Beacon Hills, the nights at the loft seemed to get longer. The first time, Derek had just wanted to be understanding, looking around at the tired faces of the teens that had stumbled into this lifestyle. Then, it simply became the norm.

This time, they were gathered in the vast living room in order to protect (Y/N) Stilinski. A new threat had been targeting women that had an eerily resemblance to Stiles Stilinski’s little sister.

She was a quiet and reserved girl, stuck in her own head. Since she was a young girl she faded into the background – with a brother as eccentric as Stiles, it was easy to disappear. Due to her lack of social abilities, (Y/N) was always remembered as Stiles’ little sister. Rare was the time her hands were naked, always clothes with a pencil and a sketchbook. She recalled the moments of her life through the strokes on her pages.

Two weeks back Melissa McCall had pointed out an increase of emergency room visits from girls that looked a lot like the younger Stilinski. They all had wounds in the same areas and mysterious symptoms that had them enclosed in a quarantined area of the hospital.

The pack had quickly sprung into action. Without cluing the girl into what dangers lurked, they had assigned a rotative protection unit whilst at school and had Stiles drag her into “pack meetings” at Derek’s house that always went over normal hours. Tension was strong in the group, little to no answers as to who or what the threat was.

(Y/N) knew of the supernatural world. It was hard not to when the people closest to her were heavily involved in it. Granted, she had stumbled into Scott shifting during a full moon, her brother chaining their friend to a radiator. After, they had no option than to bring her into the lunacy of this world. Although, they did keep her as far from it as they could. Only when they absolutely needed the mechanics of her brain did they include her into whatever problem was prowling. Much like this night, where she lay in slumber as the rest of the pack deliberated on what to do.

Everyone but (Y/N) was awake – Scott, Stiles, Malia, Kira, Lydia, Derek, Allison, and Isaac. As the girl softly snored on Derek’s bed, the others were huddled over the kitchen island. Papers, books, computers, and pens were scattered on the countertop and a communal headache shared between them.

“There’s literally nothing here!” Stiles quietly exclaimed. “Whatever is hunting (Y/N) down is literally a fucking mystery.”

“Look, guys,” Derek started. “We’ve done all we can for tonight. Tomorrow I’m gonna meet a contact of mine that could possibly push us to the right direction. But for now, it’s better if we just take a break. Come into this with a fresh head.” 

“He’s right,” Scott added. “It won’t do us good if we just keep going over the same info we already have. Until we have a new lead, we just must keep protecting her from whatever is coming.” 

The rest agreed, finding an empty space to rest or a snack to distract them from their rampant minds.

As Malia paced, her foot kicked away a small book. She took it into her hands and opened it to the first page. Pack Sketches, it read. Under the words, a howling wolf was intricately sketched, (Y/N)’s signature right next to it.

“Hey Stiles. Look at this,”  she called. Joining him at the island he still was sat on. “Are these (Y/N)’s drawings?” 

“Yeah,” he chuckled. “Looks like it.” 

They flipped through the thick pages softly, smiling and chuckling at the memories (Y/N) had chosen to immortalize on her pages. The first one was of the day she’d found out about the werewolves, Scott’s shifting face and Stile’s scared one expertly sketched. In another, Isaac and Scott were in a push up competition, Derek standing annoyed in the back. There was another page in which Malia and Stiles were stuck in a studying trance, highlighters and pens in their hands and mouths. Every trace was perfectly placed, every shadow and highlight astonishingly creating a realistic drawing of that moment.

But as the filled pages started to come to an end, the pair started to notice that there was a drawing of everyone in the pack but one. In the dozens of pages, not a single drawing included (Y/N). Even moments that directly involved her, she had chosen to erase herself from it leaving behind a faint outline of her body.

“I don’t get it,” Stiles pondered. “Why would she remove herself from the drawings?”

“It doesn’t make sense, right?”

“You really don’t know?” Derek scoffed, a dry chuckle playing at the back of his throat. “It’s quite obvious.”

“What could you possibly mean, Derek?” Stiles was annoyed. Derek was acting as if he knew his sister better than he did. Their conversation had attracted the attention of the pack members that were still awake, intrigue clawing at their ears. “Since you’re so sure, why don’t you share with the class?”

Scott took the book into his own hands, showing the others what the two were arguing about. “She really is missing from all these pages,” he mumbled. “Strange.”

“You guys have never made her a part of the pack,” Derek pointed out. “As much as you guys claim to be protecting her by keeping her at bay from all the problems you’re involved in, all you’re doing is excluding her from your lives.” 

“We have to keep her from that part of our lives,” Stiles defended. “She’s my little sister. It’s the only way to keep her safe.” 

“You all need to understand that there is no separation between your supernatural life and your human life. Those two things are so deeply intertwined that by alienating that side, you’re distancing yourselves from her. She doesn’t even feel like she’s part of the pack.” Derek’s words worked to quiet down the group, realization dawning upon them. “I mean, she’s learned of most of the events that have been going on because she’s asked me.” 

“You’ve been telling my sister about this shit?” Stiles seethed, the anger he felt toward himself being misdirected to Derek. He had worked so hard to keep his little sister from this whole mess, only to just find out someone else had been pushing her into it. “What gives you the right?” 

“I simply answered the questions she had. Unlike you, I don’t easily lie to the people I care about.” 

“You have some fucking nerve.” Stiles jumped up from his chair, stupidly trying to lunge at the man but easily stopped by Scott. “You had no RIGHT!”    

“What did you expect me to do?” Derek chuckled. “She kept showing up at my door begging for answers. I wasn’t gonna turn her away.” 

“That wasn’t your decision to make, Derek,” Scott intercepted. He cared for (Y/N) as much as Stiles. Growing up alongside her, he couldn’t help but treat her like he was his own little sister. Scott protected her as much as Stiles did and agreed that keeping her as far away from danger as possible was the right route to take. “We can’t protect her from the things we don’t know about.”

“So, you think it’s okay to keep her in the dark of the things you brought her into?” Derek directed his gaze toward Stiles. “How would she know that she’s in danger if you don’t tell her anything? Just being associated with Scott has her in the line of fire.”

“No. FUCKING. Right!”

“Guys, enough!” (Y/N)’s voice croaked out. She was rubbing the sleep from her eyes, startled by the argument that had ensued in the kitchen. One thing about that loft is that sound traveled perfectly, even for someone that didn’t have enhanced hearing. “He’s not wrong.”

“(Y/N), why didn’t you tell us?”

“Look, Stiles, I’m grateful that you – all of you – have moved heaven and earth to keep me safe. I know it’s not been easy to have to divide your lives to keep me far from the dangers of the supernatural world,” she smiled. (Y/N) sat on an empty stool next to her brother, easing the thick environment. “But I’ve been sheltered enough. It’s not fair that all of you sacrifice yourselves and put yourselves in the line of fire while I sit at home, wondering if you’ll make it home alive. I’ve gone to Derek because I knew he’d be honest with me. I just wanted to know what you’d be up against.”

“Guys, can you give us a sec?” The group broke to far corners of the space, giving the siblings the semblance of privacy. “(Y/N), you should’ve come to me.”

“You know you would’ve never told me the truth – at least not completely.”

“You’re my little sister, (Y/N),” he smiled. “It’s my job to protect you.”

“I’m just a year younger than you,” she chuckled. “If you’re old enough to be a part of the action, it’s only fair that so am I.” 

“Fair enough. Now, come here,” he laughed. The Stilinski siblings stood, the older brother wrapping his sister in a hug. She was small enough that his chin rested perfectly on the top of her head. “You do know you’re as part of the pack as everyone else, right?”

“Sometimes it’s hard to believe it,” (Y/N) sighed. “I just want to be included in all of this. We’ve already lost people to these threats, and I found out way after. I would prefer to at least have a heads up about what we’re facing.”

“Look, I can only apologize for keeping you in the dark. But I promise from now on, we’ll include you in everything that’s going on. We can even ask Allison to train you.”

“Sounds good.” (Y/N) smiled through a yawn, sleep still drenching her. “Although, I think my brain is better than my brawn. Neither of us really got dad’s athleticism.” 

“You’re right about that,” he chuckled. “Now, I think both of us should give into slumber now. It’s been a long week already and it’s only Tuesday.” 

“You can say that again,” she laughed. “Good night, Stiles.” 

“Night, (Y/N).” 

They parted ways, Stiles heading to the empty sofa and (Y/N) going back to Derek’s bed. As she dragged her feet, still rubbing sleep off her eyes, she bumped into a towering figure. Looking up, she met Derek’s smirking face.

“Thanks for sticking up for me, Derek. You didn’t have to.” 

“It was nothing, honestly. I know how old it can get when everyone starts sheltering you from things that affect you directly,” he gave her a comforting smile. “But I know they all had good intentions, as stupid as it may have seemed.” 

“Surprisingly, they’re the people I will always trust with my life,” (Y/N) laughed.

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406 - orphaned

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“You should stay here with me” Scott spoke.

“What? Why?” My head snapped to his. We had to get Brett to Deaton soon if he was going to recover. Scott’s eyes skipped over mine to Stiles.

“I’m going with Brett” I stated.

“Lily” Stiles tried.

“If we’re going to have any chance of finding out who’s behind the list, you gotta stay here” Stiles avoided any fast movements as Derek arrived to help the boy.

“I-” I opened my mouth to argue, but I knew the boys were right.

“Fine” I made a face and didn’t resist as Scott pulled me into a hug, trying to block my eyesight from a hurting Brett.

The police department soon arrive and with them, Agent McCall. The father, son duo had a talk before Liam and I approached the younger, soon learning that Violet and Garrett weren’t just responsible for hit list murders. They were responsible for dozens of other murders along the west coast.

-

After school hours, Scott and I decided to check out Garrett’s locker, trying to see if we could find any clues: a form of communication, a note, a letter, a duffle bag full of money.

Garrett had blood money. Inside of his locker. Inside of the school. Scott and I looked at each other with a look but said very little as we ended up at the boy’s house, tucking the cash under his bed.

Scott insisted that I spend the night, worried that Garrett might want revenge for hurting Violet, despite my reassurance that everything would be okay.

“Are you sure?” I paced the boy’s bathroom worriedly.

“Yes Lily. I’m sure” Derek replied exasperatedly.

“Now please go to bed because I promise that I have everything under control” Derek whined. I looked towards the door that led to where Scott was before speaking.

“Lily?” A beat of silence passed.

“Yeah” I replied back.

“Good night” Derek sang. I waited another moment before sighing.

“Good night Derek” I paused.

“But if I find out that you’re lying to me, you will regret it” I hung up quickly then waited a moment before heading towards Scott.

“What is it?” I walked in to see the boy staring towards the ground, sitting at the end of the bed.

“Nothing” Scott’s head snapped towards mine and I made a face at his answer.

“It’s just” He thought for a moment, causing me to sit down next to him.

“You know what we could do with this money? How many problems we could solve?” He questioned hypothetically.

“I know” I tried to empathize.

“But it’s not our money” I reasoned.

“No” Scott looked up from his hands.

“It’s not my money. It’s yours” I made a face.

“Scott” I started before he could interrupt.

“All my money is in a trust fund that no one can access” I explained.

“My mother never left any information on it. I just know it exists” I shrugged.

“What?” Scott now made a face.

“This money is Peter’s” I gestured towards the bag.

“Who else would hide bonds in the vault“ I made a face. Scott groaned out. I don’t know if that answer made him relieved or more worried.

“I think” I crawled onto the boy’s lap placing my arms around his neck, trying to provide him some comfort.

“We tell Stiles, and we go from there” I started playing with the hairs on the back of his neck.

“Tell no one until then” I shook my head slightly. Scott blew air from his lips and leaned forwards to press his forehead against mine.

“I missed you” He spoke after a moment.

“I love you” He whispered against my lips.

“I love you too” I replied and smiled into the kiss that came soon after.

-

The next day arrived quickly. Scott and I traveled to school together then separated after realizing that a certain beta was missing.

I spent time trying to convince Mason that Liam was okay and that he shouldn’t worry, to no avail.

It wasn’t until I got a call from Chris Argent that I became worried at Scott’s whereabouts.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” I questioned as the boy noticed my arrival.

“I didn’t want to worry you” The both of us made a face when Deaton explained that he would have to pull the foreign object out of his stomach.

The alpha then went on to explain that it was Kate and the Berserkers, but it was extremely difficult to find or hurt them. Luckily, however, the claw that was previously in Scott’s stomach would be able to help us. I was able to track it.

I eventually led us to an old Argent Arms International building, then tried to convince Argent that maybe he should sit out, but he answered by bringing out an AR.

We made our way inside of the building quickly and quietly, keeping our senses dialed up to ensure our safety.

“You shouldn’t have come” Kate’s voice rang out. Scott and I looked at each other before he spoke.

There was no point to the conversation as our questions weren’t answered, and the talk ended in violence. Violet was nowhere to be found. The Berserkers started running towards us. Argent started firing his gun. It was pointless. The bullets were barely slowing them down.

They eventually got close enough that we were now fighting hand to hand. I understood Scott’s warnings now, but I wasn’t the same person I was a month ago. I was faster, more powerful, better.

I had one of the berserkers on their knees in front of me, arm around it’s neck, the other hand by it’s temple, eyes glowing red.

“Call them off Kate” The girl’s head snapped towards me. I made a face as she called the creatures to retreat. I pushed the creature towards the girl as they made their way out of the building and I heard Argent call out from beside me.

Scott arrived beside me to help him up as the man started apologizing. There was still time. We could still save Liam.

As if on cue, the beta roared in the air, causing Scott and my eyes to snap together, then to Argent’s.

“Go” He spoke, and Scott and I started running towards the boy. I could tell his curiosity was heightened. I wasn’t able to keep up with him before.

We arrived just in time. Scott caught the boy’s hand. Liam was okay, but he was still poisoned.

-

“Scott” I whispered as they boy avoided eye contact with me.

“You can’t put that kind of pressure on yourself” I hesitated touching him, but he closed the space between us.

“I have to” He looked down at our clasped hands.

“For Liam, for Stiles, for my mom, for everyone” His head slowly met mine.

“For you” I made a face.

“Fine” I huffed out.

“Then we carry this burden” I placed my other hand on top of his.

“Together” Scott opened his mouth to disagree.

“No excuses” I placed a finger in front of his mouth before cupping his cheek and moving closer for a kiss.

“Together” He whispered out. The door then shut from the floor below and I moved slightly to sit next to the boy, waiting for Stiles to enter.

We were telling him about the money today. Scott explained how we found it, why it wasn’t my money and to that Stiles said that he would’ve done the same thing.

“We should probably count it” Stiles spoke. The three of us looked at each other before silently agreeing and tipping the bag out onto the floor.

Along with the stacks of hundreds that fell out of the bag, so did a tape with the words “play me” on the label.

[bethsvrse]

STOP MAKING MY LIL AWKWARD NERDY BOYS BE CONFIDENT AND SO SURE OF THEMSELVES!!! I LIKE THEM BECAUSE THEY’RE NERDY NOT BECAUSE YOU FANFIC WRITERS MAKE THEM EGO MANIC ASSHOLES

[reidiot]

don't fucking interrupt me when i'm reading my x reader fics it's rude

[murdrdocs]

minors dni.

on nerdy flustered boys who would fuck if given the chance:

he starts with little glances. staring at you on opposite ends of the classroom, thanking past him for accidentally picking a seat that gave him a perfect view of you, the seating allowing him to slide his eyes over your profile as you write something down, he quickly realizing that he's paying for a college education and not to stare at his pretty classmate like a creep.

the glances turn to stares, giving him a way to start noticing the small things about you. the changes in your skin tone from your under eye to your cheek, the way your nose curves and bends, the way the fluorescent light reflects off your bare shoulders. and then his eyes almost fucking bulge out of his head when he sees two pebbles poking through the material of your thin white tee.

he's too busy trying not to ogle to notice the small smirk on your lips, or to hear the professor enthusiastically encouraging you all to partner up. next thing he knows, you're walking over to him and his mouth is dry and he's going to say something but you do first.

"you dropped your pencil." you bend down, grab it from the floor, and look up at him through your lashes as you do so, sliding the mechanical tool over to him with a gentle smirk on your lips. he manages to blurt out a thanks that's no where near as appreciative as it should have been due to the way his brain is short circuiting.

you saunter away to a girl seated next to him, and he can feel the boner forming in his jeans. because for just a second there, a pathetic second, he had front row seats to the shape of your tits and the way your nipples poke perfectly through your tee.

ever since that one day, it's like anytime he sees you he sees your nipples too.

at the coffee shop on campus when he is getting something to power him through another day of assignments, you're sitting at a table by the window in a loose tee that pushes against your tits when you stretch a wave to him, exposing the little mountain just enough to have him salivating.

at the gym when he is there to bring something to his roommate, you're on the treadmill, running with a sports bra that strains as it holds your tits in, not doing much to conceal your pestering nipples.

and somehow, some fucking way, when he's in your bed, staring down at your bare nipples for the second time (by some miracle), concentrating hard and following them as they move with the thrusts that he delivers to you.

he's lost in it, head spinning from the sensations of your cunt squeezing around him near-perfectly, eyes blurring from staring at your tits and your face and the way your stomach contracts as he angles his cock just a little differently and you gasp appreciatively.

you babble out an almost incoherent sentence, the distinguishable words being along the lines of insinuating that he had to have some prior experience to this, the way he fucks you a clear guess as to why you’re assuming that.

and he tries to respond, the reply easy and on the tip of his tongue, but the starts of his orgasms brews low in his stomach and he can only focus on getting both of you to that point.

his thrusts sharpen, and his hand goes down to play with your clit a little, thumb finding the bud after a moment or two of fumbling around.

when you cum, he’s right behind you, shooting warm spurts into the latex of the condom as drool falls from his parted lips falls onto your chest. he watches it glide down the expanse, gather around your nipple, and slide the rest of the way down and onto your bed sheets.

[murc0ck]

i know he's fictional but i would love nothing but to devour that man

[xspeter]

do yall ever think about the jaw dropping fics that are probably sitting collecting dust in someone’s drafts rn.

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

a little fashion show

kinktober, day four

a/n: bro, the amount of time this idea has been in the notes app on my phone....

warnings: stiles stilinski x reader, smut, best friends to lovers, mutual pining, trying on lingerie, teasing, flashing, kissing

word count: 990

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“Who was at the door?” Stiles asked as your giddy form appeared in the doorway to your room once more. 

“The mailman,” you giggled, unable to contain your excitement, “and look!”

“You got a package!” not getting as revved up in the excitement as you were, he nonchalantly pointed out the parcel in your palms, “oh, cool!”

“Not just any package, only the one I’ve been waiting about a billion years to arrive,” you shut the door behind you, gazing down at the bundle in your hands with heart-shaped eyes, “you don’t mind if I just try this stuff on right now, do you? I just don’t know if I can wait till you leave.”

Discretely readjusting in his comfortable seat on your mattress, he waved a hand, “no, no, it’s fine.”

“Really? Great!” you squealed, digging your fingers into the opening of the package, “you can help me see if any of it doesn’t suit me or fit right, give you a little fashion show and everything.” 

“Alright, sure,” he agreed with a soft chuckle as you disappeared behind the wide bookcase that acted as a divider in the middle of your room.

After changing into the first item, you couldn’t stop yourself from springing back out, arms raised high above your head as you sang, “tada! What do you think?”

“Wow, oh, wow,” you watched Stiles eyes grow wide as they landed on the extremely short nightgown hanging around your form, “that’s-, that’s-…”

“It’s cute, isn’t it?” you turned your back to your stunned friend to glance at yourself in the mirror, “the floral pattern especially.” 

Gaze tracing your hands as they played with the tiny skirt, “y-yeah, it is,” you just barely managed to catch sight of his reflection discreetly move one of your pink pillows over his lap, “it’s good, you should definitely keep that one.”

You hadn’t thought that his blush could have gotten any worse, but evidently, as you soon pranced out clad in the next thing, it very much could. 

“What about this one?” you innocently observed the lingerie set in the long mirror, turning a bit to see how the high-waisted, black underwear hugged your bottom, “do you think it fits alright?” 

Looking like a broken PlayStation 2 game you’d have to pull out and blow on, Stiles simply hummed, “huh?”

“I just feel like if I jump around or bend over in this, the girls are just gonna spill out,” your nose crinkled as your fingertips ghosted over the cups of the matching bra. 

“I mean,” he blinked hazily, “you could test it out, if you want.”

Obliging twice, jumping gently in place, the squint to your eye didn’t fade away as not only you observed how your boobs jiggled in the cups, “hm, I don’t know, maybe one of the ones that has a different cut then this one…”

Peeping through the shy slivers of the bookcase, you bit down on your smirk as you watched the trouble you’d stirred up on the other side. As you slid off the black number, daringly arching your back and purposefully sticking your butt out far enough for him to catch a glimpse, you spotted how a string of your want clung to the panties as you dragged the down your legs. 

If this last one wasn’t gonna do the trick, make the guy you’d had a crush on forever fess up and make a move, then you didn’t know what would.

Pink, skimpy and sheer, your pebbly nipples weren’t the only thing on full display as the see-through thong also made your puffy pussylips no secret to anyone. 

Your pace as you returned to the mirror was purposefully slow, not looking to Stiles even once as you felt your desperation for him soak the pretty garments. 

“T-that-, yeah,” his fluttering eyes were trained on your bare bottom, “that’s nice.”

“Yeah?” you still didn’t dare to look at him, “you think so?”

“Mhm,” he nearly groaned. 

Grazing your touch ever so lightly over the elastic edges, you uttered, “you really think it’s pretty?”

“Y-yeah…”

“Stiles,” you sucked in a deep breath and gathered up the courage through the pumping adrenalin of being so exposed before your crush, “can I ask you something?”

“Anything,” flowed from his lips nearly instantly.

“Would you have sex with me?”

The room was dead silent a moment before Stiles choked, “what?”

“Would you fuck me?” you rephrased, still not looking back at him in the refection. 

“Would I-… I’m sorry, what?”

“Would you fuck me?” gnawing at your bottom lips, you finally turned to face him, “because I kinda really like you, like a lot,” your feet slowly carried you closer to where he sat, “and I don’t know, I’m sorry, am I being too forward? Is this too much? Do you not like me in that way? Because I totally get it if you do, I’m really sorry for everything. I thought you’d picked up on the hints I’ve been dropping for a while now and that you-”

“I do like you!” he rushed to cut off your concern, “I-I-, yes,” seizing your hand in his as he emphasized, “yes.” 

“Yes or yes?” you asked, eyes flickering to the pillow hiding his own excitement. 

“Yes,” he nodded, swiftly tugging you down in his lap before you could withdraw your proposal. 

An airy whimper escaped your lips as he then kissed you, your whole body feeling like puddy in his grasp. Drawing back a moment from his long-awaited pecks, you found yourself offering bashfully, “you know, I could also just give you a handjob or blow you or something if you’re not-”

Using his leverage, he suddenly flung you down against the mattress, effectively cutting your suggestion off as he scurried to hover above you, an earnest grin adorning his lips as he then exclaimed “oh my god, just shut up and let me screw my best friend.”

© 2023 thyme-in-a-bubble 

[mysticallystilinski]

FEELING [ stiles x fem! reader ]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“round 2?”

[strangerstilinski]

𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝟏𝟖+

𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐭. 1 — 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐞

| 𝐩𝐭. 𝟏 | ⋆ | 𝐩𝐭. 𝟐 | ⋆ | 𝐩𝐭. 𝟑 | ⋆ | 𝐩𝐭. 𝟒 |

You'd both sworn. You'd sworn that you wouldn't subject yourselves to sex in the Jeep ever again. Not after the last time ended with so many unnecessary injuries between the two of you. Following one rolled ankle, a noticeable egg on the back of your head, and a bruise to Stiles' elbow that had been so worryingly dark that the purple had been mottled with spots nearly black in color, it was decided that handjobs were fine, blowjobs were great, fingering was.. sufficient. But full-out sex — You had sworn, never again. And, yet..

You can't find it in yourself to care when the dizzying warmth of Stiles' breath falls against your spit slick, kiss swollen lips. Your mouths have separated only as a result of the way he's trying to maneuver you into a better position, a closer position, large hands encasing your waist as he drags you over to straddle his lap. The moment you've settled against his thighs, his hands are already pushing their way up underneath your skirt, fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties as his mouth finds its way to your cheek, your jaw, your neck.

And fuck if your own hands aren't already scrambling to undo the button on his jeans, tearing them open and pushing up on your knees just enough that you two of you can work his pants and boxers down his thighs just a few inches.

His cock springs free, already almost fully hard with the anticipation of what's to come, and your mouth nearly waters at the sight. You will never tire of the sight of Stiles' cock, you're sure of it. When your hand wraps around him, your fingers don't meet, and when you give the fat length of him a gentle tug, he groans deliciously into the skin of your throat, hips jerking up as he chases the feeling.

“Hey, slow down, why don'tcha?” Stiles teases softly, “Why're you in such a hurry, huh? Got somewhere else to be or-” He cuts off with another quiet groan as you twist your wrist the way he likes, “Or something?”

“Shush, you.” You reply with a smacking kiss to his mouth.

His fingers are moving in a teasing touch beneath your skirt, skimming the sensitive skin of your belly before finding home on your thighs. He gives the softness a pinch just hard enough to have you gasping before he's slipping beneath the fabric to drag long fingers between your folds.

“Shit, babe,” Stiles groans, his lips finding your cheek again before he drops a light kiss to your chin, “You're this wet already?” He asks, as if you haven't been working each other up for the last twenty minutes with heated touches and even hotter kisses.

He punctuates his question by slipping two fingers inside you in a ridiculously easy glide, the stretch making your eyebrows pull together as your jaw falls slack. He's giving you shallow thrusts, trying to open you up a little and get you ready for what will come next, and your free hand falls to his arm, tethering yourself with fingers circling his wrist in a firm grip. The way the muscles in his arm work with each drag out and then back in has your fingernails digging little crescent moons beneath the dark hairs on his forearm.

Your head is thrown back in pleasure, and it feels like it might weigh a million pounds when you drag it forward again to drop your forehead to his, your hips rocking down onto his fingers and your hand still working him to full hardness, closing over the head of his cock and collecting his precome just to slip back down his length again and again.

It had been days of longing glances across crowded rooms, and lingering touches that were a little unnecessary but desperately craved, and pushing maybe a little too far into each other's space when one of you needed to grab something just to feel the sparks along your skin. Each tiny moment shared had built upon one another slowly, day after day, and now that you're together, skin on skin and teeth and tongues on lips — that fire between you finally burns bright again.

You're both panting a little breathlessly already, worked up beyond belief after not finding moment alone like this in what feels like ages. Hot breaths mingle between your parted lips, the sound of it broken up by the quiet little noises clawing their way up your throats.

You've missed him desperately amidst the chaos that the week has brought. You find yourself wanting him to wreck you beyond repair, to turn your brain inside out until he is all that remains — no stresses about infuriating assholes in the form of college professors, or pack disputes, or the supernatural threat of the week — and the way Stiles continues to work his fingers inside you, pushing in deep until he's caressing that spot that makes your vision white out a bit at the edges, you think he's well on his way toward that wreckage.

“Condom?” You question desperately, tugging at his wrist in signal for him to extract himself from you.

He's muttering to himself while he fumbles to get access to where his back pocket is scrunched up beneath his thighs and you push up onto your knees all the while, maneuvering your underwear down one leg and then the other until you're free of them. When he produces the little foil packet, you take it from him without prompt, tearing it open and rolling it down over him in a quick, practiced motion that has him biting his lips together to hold back a curse.

Stiles slides his hips down the seat a bit further and grips the backs of your thighs to support you as you guide his tip to your entrance. The moment you start to sink down, his fingers dig into the doughy flesh of your thighs, fingertips curling below the curve of your ass to help spread you wider as he fills you up nice and slow.

“You got it, baby,” Stiles praises quietly, lips catching against your cheekbone to leave a small peck to your flushed skin, “There y'go.”

You're shuddering through your breaths as you accommodate to the stretch, knowing that every inch just a precursor to where he's thickest at the base. It's slow going, painful and delicious all at once, but when your hips finally meet his, clit nestling right up against the thatch of hair that trails from his belly button down to where you're connected, you let out a breathy sigh of relief.

Now that you're seated, his hands leave your backside to skate higher, rough fingertips dragging up to the back of your skirt to massage at your spine. You feel him fiddle with the zip at the back, his eyes meeting yours in silent question before you're nodding and he's giving it a tug and freeing you from the thick fabric.

You can't help but look down, and that first glimpse of where you've sucked him in, where he's filling you to the brim, has you eagerly rocking your hips a little to test the stretch. There's still a bit of an ache, a sharp little sting where you're stretched the widest, but it's lessening already and you can feel that pleasurable fullness behind your navel settling in.

“Almost,” You update him quietly, combing your fingers through the strands of his hair and grinning softly when he cranes into your touch, “Jus' need another minute.”

“Take as much time as you need,” He returns earnestly, “You know I'm just enjoying gettin' you like this. Missed you. This week was the worst.”

And it truly has been. Nearly every minute of every day, start to finish, has been an onslaught of lectures and assignments due and pack bullshit that you're both inevitably dragged into every goddamn time — the presence of the token pack humans always necessary if only to give another perspective to a mundane issue that, really, probably could've been solved by your brother and his co-alpha alone. Scott and Derek really shouldn't need to drag the two of you into every little problem — which in turn would leave the two of you with ample time to sneak off somewhere to do this, perhaps in a bed, without the risk of bonked heads or twisted ankles or the bruises that came with ravishing each other in such close confines. And yet, and yet.

You nod in agreement, fingers tangling in the hair at his nape to give it a soft tug, “Been so busy with classes. N' there've been way, way too many pack meetings,” You complain in a quiet huff, “Not enough time for this..” He grumbles his own agreement as your thumb finds the large beauty mark beneath his ear, “I missed you too.” You return softly.

Stiles is patient as ever, his fingers taking the time to explore every bit of exposed skin on your body with a gentle touch. His arms circle your waist only to release you a second later to run his warm palms up your spine and give your shoulders a squeeze. His movements slow for a moment when he finds the band of your bra, pinching and unclasping it in a practiced motion, and then his big hands are making their way back to the front of your ribs, thumbs dragging against the soft underside of your breasts as he dips his head to press kisses to the newly exposed skin.

You lean back a bit to give him more space to work, savoring in the feeling of his mouth peppering soft kisses over your breasts as your own hands fall from his neck to rest on his pecs. Your fingers trail over dark freckles that dot his skin, nails scraping ever so gently into the patch of hair at the center of his chest.

Even with the windows cracked to let in a bit of the crisp autumnal air, the temperature in the Jeep creeps higher, the windows already fogged over with a thin sheen of condensation that smears lightly when you brace your right hand against the window. Five little streaks through the microscopic drops of water covering the cool glass, one to mark where each of your fingers scrape across the surface as you finally rise up onto your knees.

A pitiful little grunt falls from your lips as you drop back down, the sound pushed out with the sheer depth that his cock manages to reach in this position, so full that you can nearly taste him at the back of your throat.

You settle into a slow rhythm and Stiles grabs a hold of your hips as you do, but he's not guiding you, no. He's not aiming for control, not pushing you to go harder or faster, but rather simply holding on and following your movements, his thumbs tracing little concentric circles against the sides of you belly as you go at your own pace.

“Fuck,” You groan when your knees slip a little against the leather seat. It pushes him impossibly deeper than before, driving his tip against your cervix in a way that erupts goosebumps along your skin even in the warm car. “You’re so deep. 'S so big, baby. You're so big-”

You're not even sure what's coming out of your mouth, already a little drunk on the feeling of being filled so completely, on the slick drag every time you rise up and then the sharp jolt to every one of your nerve endings with each thrust back down. Despite the ramblings falling from your lips, or perhaps because of them, Stiles begins to make little noises of his own — guttural moans against the curve of your throat, quiet grunts each time he hits deep.

He tips his head back and the warm brown in his eyes is almost completely taken over by black with how his pupils have blown wide. You catch sight of a small bead of sweat as it works its way out of his hair and begins a slow trail down his temple but you're kissing it away before it can reach his cheekbone. The salt of it lingers on your lips when your tongue runs over them just a moment later.

Dark eyes watch you move with rapt attention, his lips parted to let out low groans of encouragement. It takes a few minutes for him to find his voice, but when he does, his words send heat flooding through you.

“So good,” He tells you, hand tucking a lock of sweat-dampened hair behind your ear before his wide palm settles against the side of your neck, his voice thick with arousal, “Always so good. You're- Shit, y're so tight. So warm. So perfect.”

The thumb resting at the bottom of your cheek creeps up higher, rubbing the plush of your bottom lip until your jaw falls slack in acceptance and then he's cupping your chin and pushing the pad of his finger down against the softness of your tongue. You bite down softly with a moan and your bottom teeth dig into the meat of his palm with just how deep he's got his thumb before you're pulling off just a little and closing your lips around it, sucking and swirling your tongue and reeling at the way his eyes flutter shut with a groan, like he can't quite handle the sight in combination with the way you're riding him slow and deep.

When he removes his thumb, you suck harder to combat the spit that threatens to cling to the digit, but it doesn't make much of a difference because he's already sliding his hand around the back of your neck and bringing your mouth down against his.

You brace one hand on his stomach to aid your moments as your tongues meet in a hungry kiss. A whimper finds its way up your throat when he rubs his free hand achingly slow up and down the front of your thigh, around to grope your ass and then back, smoothing and squeezing along your skin like he wants to be touching you more — Harder, tighter, everywhere all at once.

He's so, so deep like this and you can tell it's affecting him too. His kisses are hungry as he licks into your mouth, a little messy while his nose presses into your cheek and his fingers graze your waist on their journey toward your chest. He's thumbing over the peaks of your nipples, swallowing up your moans with his own, breathing a little like he's the one getting the air punched out of his lungs every time you seat yourself, burying him deep enough that the head of his cock is driving into that spot that makes you see stars.

Your brain goes a little hazy with your budding orgasm, tiny noises becoming more frequent, falling against his mouth a bit like a plea. You don't need to explain, Stiles is already dragging his hand up to push between your thighs, thumb circling your clit the way he knows you like. Your eyebrows furrow as you slip from the kiss, far too focussed on chasing your high now. You bounce a little faster, shallower, fingers scraping at the pale skin of his chest, eyes pinched shut as your thighs tremble with exertion and your knees ache.

Heat licks across your body, a bead of sweat trickling down your spine as your movements start to become a little more difficult. You're so close — so close-

“C'mon, you're doing so good, baby.” Stiles says with far too much tenderness, far too much amazement.

“Fuck,” You whimper, shaky breaths tearing from your chest as you teeter closer and closer, “Fuckfuckfuck-”

“You got it. You can do it. C'mon-”

His gentle praises send you careening over the edge and your whole body shakes as you try to work through it. You're struggling, but then Stiles' hands are under your ass again, guiding you this time, gripping the backs of your thighs tight as he supports some of your weight and helps you ride out your high. Every nudge of his cock against the deepest parts of you has you moaning louder, brain going a little fuzzy as your orgasm peaks but never quite dies off.

Your arms curl around his shoulders, digging your face into his neck as you gasp against his skin, thighs shaking as he keeps guiding you back and forth, not pulling out nearly as far now before he's dragging you against him and filling you back up. Your breasts are pushed tight against his chest. The smell of his aftershave is in your nose and your forehead is pressed into his sweat slicked neck. You're panting, nearly drooling on his shoulder as you try to lock your knees to hold yourself in place, thighs feeling exhausted and like jelly all at once.

“Sti. Fuck, baby, I can't-” A moan cuts you off as it rolls off your tongue, “My legs can't-”

“Aw, your legs too tired, baby girl?” He asks, and it comes out a little condescending. You can practically see the satisfied little smirk on his face, even from where your own is buried in his neck as you nod. He lifts you up a little higher, hands still grasping at the crease where your thighs meet your ass as he adjusts his hips beneath you, “Need me to do the work now?”

The teasing in his voice has your body going traitorously pliant, your voice weak when it finally comes, “Please.”

“I got you,” Stiles promises, taking a little pity. He drags one hand toward the center of your spine while the other falls to the outside of your knee to hold you steady, “I got you..”

The first thrust up into you has you crying out. Not hitting nearly as deep as before, but he's driving in so much harder, so much faster. It pulls whiny little gasps from your lips with each thrust and your jaw's gone slack where it's buried in his neck as his skin slaps against yours with every snap of his hips. The sound of it is loud, and the combination of noises both lewd and salacious only proves to turn you on that much more.

“Shit.” Stiles grunts, voice a little hoarse and yet somehow high as it catches in his throat, “You make the prettiest noises, baby. Fuck. Just listen t' you.”

You don't entirely mean for it, but your next moan is just a little louder in response, unabashed and desperate even as you attempt to muffle the sound of it in the curve of his shoulder. The pitch his voice has taken is one that you only get to hear when he's getting unbearably close to his own peak. The sound of it is so, so sweet to your ears, mingling with the obscenely wet glide of his cock sliding in and out of you.

“'M gonna come,” He warns, his hips jerking just a bit rougher, a bit less coordinated as he fucks up into you, “Shit. Shit, sweetheart, 'm.. gonna.. come-”

His arms curl and lock around your waist as he does, dragging you down against him and burying himself so deep that it has you crying out again, fingers digging into his shoulders where your arms have curled under his to hold tight. He comes with a moan and a grunt that both get muffled with the way his face is now hidden in your hair, his cock kicking up inside you as he releases into the condom.

The increased stimulation against your sensitive walls has you going a little teary in the best way, overwhelmed but loving every moment of it, and you roll your hips over him despite the soreness in your thighs just to hear the way he groans in response.

You pull back just enough to lock your fingers in the hair at his nape and tug him into a sweet kiss, it's warm and a little sweaty as your lips slide together but it's also so full of unspoken thanks and emotion and undeclared love.

When you lean back again to collectively catch your breath, his thumb finds your wet eyelashes and swipes at them gently.

“Oh- hey, you good?” He checks with concern, his free hand already at your waist and drawing soft patterns along your skin, “You okay?”

You turn your head into the hand on your cheek and press a kiss to the center of his palm, scraping at his scalp beneath sweat-dampened locks, “I'm good,” You promise, “Gonna be sore as fuck tomorrow though, God.”

A smirk finds its way onto his face, “Fucked you so good you're gonna have trouble walkin', huh?”

“Shut up,” You huff, a laugh slipping out in contradiction to your weak display of annoyance, “But with the way my thighs feel right now? Yeah.”

You wince as you push up onto your knees, both from the ache left behind as he slips out and from the soreness in your legs. When you rise up a little higher, your head hits the roof with a painful thump and you can't bite back a curse.

Stiles is quick to bring a hand up to the back of your head with a sympathetic wince, cradling the tender spot on your skull softly, “Oh, shit, y'alright?”

“Ow,” You respond with a pout, your own hand reaching back to cover his over your hair, “Stupid Jeep n' stupid metal roof..”

“Hey,” Stiles frowns, “Don't blame the Jeep, alright? It's not Roscoe's fault you bumped your head.”

“Is too.”

It comes out in a huff and Stiles chuckles in amusement at your disgruntled expression as he slips his hands under your thighs to help you dismount from his lap completely. You fall into the seat beside him and drop your calves over his knees, bumping your forehead against his shoulder in a silent gesture of gratitude.

After a few long minutes wrapped up in each other as you collect yourselves, you both gather your haphazardly discarded clothing and redress. Stiles digs out a new air freshener from the glove compartment and adds it to the hoard of them already hanging from the rearview mirror. Another little tree to the collection, this one a pretty shade of purple and smelling of berries, dropping to sit right atop number of similarly shaped scented hangers in a wide array of colors.

And later, when you're forced to part ways, you push up onto your toes as you lean back in through the driver's side window of the Jeep for one final kiss. The breeze is cool against your thighs as it catches beneath your skirt, goosebumps causing you to tighten your fingers around the window frame as you prepare to lean back. Stiles has a hand coming up to the back of your neck to hold you in place at the first sign that you're about to pull away, stretching the kiss out for as long as he can get away with. It's a sickly sweet press of lips. One that will hopefully be enough to hold you over until you get the chance to have him like this again.

A glance over your shoulder as you walk away has your gaze meeting Stiles one last time, elation and melancholy both pulling at the edges of your lips until you're left with a saccarine smile to pair with your tiny wave goodbye. Your fingers come up to brush your lips as you begin to turn away, and when you extend your hand in his direction Stiles nearly throws himself out the open window to catch the invisible kiss that you've sent his way. His unnecessary enthusiasm has you stifling a giggle as you finally turn your back to him and make your way down the street.

You're forced to jog around the block from where Stiles has dropped you a safe distance from your house, hopping into the shower the moment you get home to wash away any and all evidence of the afternoon from your skin.

It's with skin scrubbed clean and a heavy heart that you head to the washing machine and dump your clothes inside to extinguish the lingering smell of Stiles that you know clings to the fabric, of you and Stiles, together.

And when Scott pauses the load mid-wash with the intention of throwing a shirt in, your brother is sure to complain about the way you've pointedly used the scented detergent — the overpowering artificial smell of lavender much too strong an irritant to his overly-sensitive, supernatural, wolfy nose — But, you remind yourself, if you want to keep up this thing with Stiles, which you desperately do, then that's just how this has to go, because, well.

𝐒 𝐜 𝐨 𝐭 𝐭 𝐲 𝐃 𝐨 𝐞 𝐬 𝐧 ' 𝐭 𝐊 𝐧 𝐨 𝐰 .

𝐚/𝐧; 𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝!𝐌𝐜𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠!! 𝐢 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬. 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐭𝐦 — 𝐬𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐬.

[voltronisanobsession]

A small teen wolf thought I had

I’m really missing season 1 Stiles, so let’s imagine him having a crush on reader😍

We all know how Stiles had an enormous crush on Lydia, it was absolutely devastating tbh. Like this dude was lowkey devoted to her💀💀

So what if a new student (reader) moved into town and it’s love at first sight for him. He’d bump into you after rambling to Scott about whatever was on his mind and knocks your binder and books to the ground.

Helping you pick up your stuff, right when he’s giving you your notebook, he’d look up and just. Stare. Cuz ZOOWEEMAMA YOURE ABSOLUTELY STUNNING IN HIS EYES

You’re busy thanking him and apologizing for the collision, waiting for him to let go of the notebook, voice slowly fading out when you notice him just staring at you with his mouth slightly open.

“Thanks for helping me. Can I have my book?”

“Uh huh.”

“…”

“…”

“Stiles, you know you have to let go of the notebook.” Scott is trying his best not to slam his head in a locker when his friend still doesn’t let go LMAO

Your chuckle snaps him out of whatever daze he was in, causing him to blush and apologize awkwardly. You’d smile at him and in good nature, joke about it and walk away, leaving him in awe.

Most people would normally give him the stink eye, but seeing how you joked about it made his heart flutter a bit.

Everything is HISTORY after that. If you have any classes with Stiles, you already KNOW he’s gonna try and sit as close to you as possible. Teacher assigns partner or group projects? He’s springing out of his seat and going to you first. You both have the same lunch period? He’s inviting you to sit with him and his friends. You’re having trouble with a certain class? Man, he’s already offering to help you after school, you’ll nail that test with flying colors!

You just get him! You like his sarcasm and MIRACULOUSLY understand his random references from movies and video games! With all the time you guys spend together, his crush on you grows more and more.

You appreciate how Stiles is so interested in the things you like and dislike. You love how he asks why you enjoy a certain movie despite the terrible reviews it got. Why you dislike an artist he just began listening to. You both love the same things, but have different opinions on everything, every conversation flows so naturally with him that you can’t help but develop a crush on him too.

You’ve never met anyone as eccentric and energetic as him, he never fails to bring a smile to your face teehee

Stiles is the type to remember every little, seemingly insignificant, thing about his crush. When your birthday rolls around, this dude has so many gifts ready😭 a warm feeling fills you when you open one gift to see it’s an item you’ve mentioned in a passing convo yall had MONTHS ago

He’s so sweet and kind with you too like don’t get me started. Stiles just enjoys being around you and seeing you happy makes him happy. SEASON 1 STILES IS THE DEFINITION OF PUPPY LOVE LIKE UGGHH

Takes you out on late night drives, barges into your room through the window with any takeout food you’ve been craving. Hed even take you out on a mini ‘date’ to the local arcade!!! his dad sees how much you mean to his son and is super happy that Stiles is happy. Loves when you come over to study with him, he’s always telling you stories about when stiles was younger (he would definitely cover your ears with his hands and speak loudly over his dad LMAO)

I’m telling y’all, stiles having a crush on you is the cutest thing ever, especially if you reciprocate his feelings!!!When you guys get together, cuz it’s not a matter of if with his friends, you’re the ultimate duo.

He’d confess his feelings for you in the most cheesiest way ever, probably during or after a school dance cuz why not.

UGH I NEED TO WRITE MORE STILES STUFF I LIVE HIM SM‼️ HE WAS NEVER THE SAME AFTER SEASON 3😭😭😭

[sarcasm-and-stiles]

Stiles: WHAT’S YOUR TYPE

Y/N: sarcastic brunettes

Stiles, desperately, as Y/N bleeds out: YOUR BLOOD TYPE

Y/N: Oh! B positive.

Stiles: DONT TRY TO CHEER ME UP JUST TELL ME YOUR BLOOD TYPE

Y/N:

[fastidionysus]

405 - i.e.d.

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It was a miracle. No one knew why, what had happened, how I got my memories back. Scott and I kept what happened at the boathouse a secret. I was a medical mystery and as much as people wanted to know what happened, the people around me were just happy to have me back. Old me.

Even though I was dead for a few weeks, the action only stopped for a little bit. Around the same time that I came back to life, a list was created. A hit list for supernatural creatures. A list that I was on.

The Walcotts, Demarco, Carrie: all hits that had been completed. We explained to Dad what the list was and how we found it. Lydia wrote it during one of her banshee episodes. My name was the code breaker, but she only broke one third of the list- there were more names.

“We’re thinking that the code was written before the list” I tried to explain.

“It wouldn’t make sense for my name to be the key word and for me to be a hit”

We didn’t know how much money would be totaled from the list, but the boys had a guess. 117 million dollars. All the money stolen from the Hale Vault the night that young Derek turned into not young Derek.

“So whoever made the list knew that I was alive” I added as Stiles started writing down “K” and “M” next to all of the numbers next of the names. Dad’s eyes widened dramatically.

“There’s a hit on you for 22 million dollars?” My dad stood up in alarm.

“I repeat: whoever made this list knew that I wasn’t dead” I explained.

“But no one knew that until recently” Scott pointed out.

“Or so we think” Stiles added.

-

Demarco: the person who delivered the keg, he potentially died because of a freshman at Beacon Hill High School. There was more than one killer. These were trained assassins.

“I’m just a little bit stressed” My leg vibrated as I sat at my desk.

“Don’t worry about it” I spoke to Scott. The boy placed his hand on my leg and leaned in to whisper.

“Please try to stop worrying. I’ll protect you” He tried.

“Scott. You’re on that list too” I whispered back. The coach then entered the room and I pushed Scott back into his seat, trying to relax. The coach continued talking and walking around the room until he stopped at Stiles, who was looking at picture of one of the murders. It was then that he realized what the murder weapon was: a lacrosse stick. It was someone on the team.

After class, we went into coach’s office, trying to find the murder weapon, but it was going to be impossible to find. Kira thought that we should try and get the game canceled and I agreed, but Scott thought that this would be the perfect way to catch the killer red handed.

“I’m not afraid” I looked at Scott in disbelief.

“Well I am” I replied.

“How about you Stiles?” I turned towards the boy. He had the same feelings as I did.

-

When we went to check on our beta, he was out int he courtyard, getting worked up, standing in front of his old team.

“You distract the boys, we’ll get Liam” Stiles spoke.

“What?” I asked but he was already walking away from me. I gave Scott a face, who hesitated then started rushing towards his beta as well. I groaned and almost sunk down to the floor before running and shooing the boys away.

“Hello prep students” I twirled around to face them, scanning the crowd. I didn’t even realize who was standing right in front of me until it was too late. I sucked in a breath before speaking again.

“Lacrosse boys” I paused. One of the boy’s eyes widened at the sight of me.

“Lil?” I certain blonde boy asked. My eyes darted to the figure quickly. Brett.

“Brett” I opened my mouth in surprise.

“I didn’t know you went to Devenford” I furrowed my eyebrows slightly.

“Yeah” I turned back around to see the boys waiting for me as Brett trailed off.

“I have a scholarship” He explained simply.

“I thought you were” He paused for a moment, hesitating to step forward to touch me.

“Dead?” I finished for him, he nodded in reply.

“False alarm I guess” I could head Stiles groan behind me.

“Well, anyways” I forced myself to stop looking at Brett.

“Welcome to our little public school” I clapped my hands together.

“Hope you like it” Stiles cleared his throat.

“Let’s have a good game” I started walking backwards and then turned around to race after the boys, who were heading towards the locker room.

Before I knew it, Liam was soaking and talking about how he had I.E.D. and was medicated, but didn’t take it. Very nice. Scott wanted him to bail out of the game, but Liam didn’t want to. We had to vaguely tell him what the concern was and he seemed like he realized something.

He didn’t know who ordered the keg, but he did know who paid for it: Garrett.

-

“I’ll be back” I told the boys as I started walking towards the opposing team, felling the way my friends were confused.

“Wait” Scott caught my wrist gently. He had been more protective lately. Territorial.

“Be careful” Scott’s hand traveled down to interlace with mine while his other cupped my cheek.

“It’s a high school lacrosse team” I made a face. I looked up to see Scott’s eyes pass over mine. He was staring at Brett.

“He’s a family friend” I explained.

“We grew up together” I added.

“Then how come I’ve never heard about him?” Scott stayed staring at the boy. I pecked the boy on the cheek which caught his attention, then the boy initiated a kiss, to which I accepted happily.

“Can you trust me?” I made a face.

“I do” He promised.

“I just-” He paused.

“Just got me back” I finished for him.

“I’ll be fine” I started walking backwards.

“Eavesdrop if you want to” I held my hands up in defeat.

“I’m not going to eavesdrop!” Scott yelled out as I turned around and finally made it to the opposing team.

Brett immediately noticed my presence and turned around.

“Can we talk?” I questioned. He looked down at my worried face and nodded, quickly pulling on the rest of his gear. I took his hand and forced him to follow me, all the way to the back of the bleachers. 

As soon as we were out of sight, the boy pulled me into a deep hug, trying to control his emotions.

“I’m glad you’re okay” He whispered. I pulled back and smiled slightly.

“What is it?” Brett looked at my worried face.

“I don’t know how to tell you this” My eyes fluttered down to the boy’s chest for a moment.

“I don’t even know if I should”

“What is it?” My eyes shot back up to the boy. I paused for a moment.

“There’s a hit list. A deadpool. Supernatural creatures in Beacon Hills have a price on them” I started.

“We’ve only found a third of the list, so I’m not sure you’re even on it, but” I paused.

“The chances that a born werewolf isn’t is low” I explained.

“Why are you telling me this now?” He questioned.

“One of the killers, he’s on our team. We don’t know who he is, but I guess I just wanted to tell you-” I fidgeted with my hands.

“Just be careful I guess” I paused.

“Please” He looked more worried for me than for him.

“Okay, yeah. I will” He nodded.

“Are you on the list?” He asked. I nodded in reply.

“Who made it?” He questioned.

“We don’t know” I shrugged.

“Okay” He spoke after a moment.

“Okay” He said with finality this time. The Devenford coach then started barking orders to his team, causing Brett’s head to turn towards the noise.

“You should probably” I gestured towards the noise.

“Yeah” He agreed.

“Can you just” He hesitated again.

“Keep an eye on my sister?” He requested.

“Of course” He smiled at my reply, then headed off towards the field. I took a breath and collected myself before walking back to the sidelines, finding all the players already out on the field. For the most part, it was a normal game, just with a lot of cheap shots towards poor Liam.

Brett was a completely different person when he was out on the field. Scott and Stiles were just trying to keep Liam in check. Kira, however, was killing it, scoring a goal, but was benched for not following the play.

“You did great Kira” I sat behind the girl and placed my hands on her shoulders as my eyes fluttered across the bleachers at Lori, seeing her smile and have fun with her friends- cheering on her brother.

“Thanks Lily”

I kept watching the game from behind the girl until Brett collided with Garrett and Liam. I kept my focus on Liam, noticing how he was still intact and Scott looked back at me and spoke.

“He missed” I smiled at this news and let out a sigh of relief before noticing another person that collided that was no longer there: Brett. I immediately ran towards the locker room, hoping that my intuition was proven right.

I immediately noticed the medic on the floor and ran into the locker room, noticing Brett on the floor.

“Brett” I breathed out and walked towards the boy as he jolted awake, not looking at me, but someone behind me. Next thing I know, there’s a burning sensation along my neck and I hold on to the wire to keep it from decapitating me.

“He said we shouldn’t try” The girl chuckled.

“But now I’ve got you. I’ve got the Hale Hybrid. Back from the dead” She giggled cockily. I took a deep breath and let go of the wire with one hand, pushing an orb of energy through me with the other, forcing the girl to be pushed backwards.

She looked shocked at this and I then took her by the neck as her feet tried to place themselves on the ground and I threw her against the wall, rendering her unconscious. I tried hard to catch my breath as I looked towards Brett and lowered myself to the ground next to him.

“What did they do to you?” I questioned, placing my hand on his cheek.

“Wolfsbane” He whispered out. Behind me, Scott and Stiles arrived.

“We gotta get you to Deaton” Scott went to the other side of him to help me lift him.

[bethsvrse]

me, a writer, at 3am: WHAT? I CANT FIND THE SPECIFIC FANFIC THAT I MADE UP IN MY MIND WITH A WHOLE PLOT AND ORIGINAL CHARACTERS??? WHO DO THEY THINK THEY ARE??? DO THEY EXPECT ME TO WRITE THE STORY I THOUGHT UP OF???

[mxltifxnd0m]

i just need a dorky nerdy man with brown hair and big brown eyes to be my boyfriend PLEASE