#blind stiles

[salty-fryingpan]

Derek: *kills a man*

Stiles:

Stiles: *cracks a smile*

Derek:

[jade-bright]

Stiles whenever he sees Derek and is immediately pulled towards his eyes: *sighs in love*

Heather, unamused: okay, keep that in your pants -_-

Stiles after he sees his boyfriend's eyes flash gold: prettyyy

Paige, seeing them for the first time, confused af: wtf?

Stiles, seeing his mate's eyes flash blue: gorgeous <3

Derek, with tears in his eyes seeing Stiles looking at him with love and affection: *speechless and slightly blushing* ...

Stiles, standing in front of his husband: *cups his face with one hand and looks at his eyes that now glow red* my mate

Stiles: *Gives Derek a long kiss to further convey his love for him* my beautiful mate *kiss* my Alpha

Derek, kinda breathing hard, on a high from the alpha power and the love he's getting from Stiles: *leans into Stiles' neck and breathes in his scent, relaxes a bit* my mate

[hedwig221b]

Midsommar but it's Derek stealing Stiles from his toxic relationship and making him stay with his pack in the woods in the middle of nowhere

(Derek met him and knew instantly that Stiles is his mate + bloody sacrifices + weird family + old rituals + that dancing scene with Stiles as a winner and Derek grins at him proudly with his fangs out + Stiles thinks he's tripping when the Hales all turn into wolves suddenly + Stiles is the May Queen (Moon King?) and Derek chases him through the woods as a mating ritual)

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

i've been looking for months for this sterek fic where derek gets sent to a bar (maybe owned by chris or peter? can't remember) where he's supposed to model for a photographer named theo (arranged by laura) and stiles separately gets sent to the same bar to go on a blind date with theo after he gets done with derek (arranged by lydia) but theo is late and both stiles and derek assume the other one is theo and they go home together and there's a bunch of misunderstandings about "first time" doing photography vs having sex and then they sleep together. i remember this so vividly but i can't find it lol thank you!!!!!

Hi anon! @generouscandyearthquake says it's this one.

A Bit Of A Misunderstanding by HaleHathNoFury (My_Trex_has_fleas) 

(6/6 I 12,192 I Explicit I Sterek)

Stiles is a successful postgraduate student with a bright career ahead of him and a life that he's very happy with, with one little exception. All his work has indeed made him a dull boy and now he's twenty-six and virginal and his friends keep trying to set him up.

Derek is a homebody wolf who hates socialising and is very happy keeping himself to himself, thank you very much. That is until he gets shanghaied into doing a favour for his sister.

Throw in a case of mistaken identity and this may the start of a beautiful relationship.

[paceprompting]

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Cornerstone

E | Complete | 6/6 | 83,738 | Sterek

Suffering from PTSD, ex-Marine Derek Hale moves back to Beacon Hills to open a bookshop and find a calmer life. That’s where he meets Stiles, completely by accident. Stiles is talkative, charming and curious. Somehow, despite the fact that he’s blind, he’s able to read Derek like no one else.

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This was actually a bit of a difficult square for me, because I suck at bookmarking fics--even ones that I adore. But, perhaps it speaks for itself that this fic has stayed in the recesses of my brain for years since the first time that I read it.

And hopefully now, I will start bookmarking better...

[christinesficrecs]

Hi I’m trying to find a fic I read a while ago. All I remember is stiles gets tortured and blinded my Gerald argent in the basement. The alpha pack arrive and aiden finds about stiles, even though he’s not going to school with these rest of the pack, but aiden leaves him alone and doesn’t report it to Duecalion, but Kali kidnapped Stiles and brings him to the bank. Aiden tried to stop Kali and tell Deuc about stiles being blind buts it’s too late.

Deuc loses over the fact they kidnapped Stiles, someone who was blinded by Gerald, just like he was.

That’s all I can remember can you help me find it. Thank you!

Yes! I read this one pretty recently.

Blindsided by AClosedFicIsNeverRead | 39.6K | Explicit

Derek exhaled tremulously and tried to stay calm. He called several more times, growing steadily more frantic each time, before allowing the truth to settle in: Stiles’ phone was off. “No. No, no, no, please, no,” Derek whispered to himself, barely able to see the screen through his tearful eyes. What had he done? Had he been so blinded by rage that he dismissed Stiles' call for help?

[alwais-elsweyr]

Holy shit, here we go! I’ve put together a pile of crap to show you guys something. See, Derek Hale has a type. Wanna know what that type is?

Pale tones (bonus if you have moles):

Braeden being an exception, though she is light skinned. But Braeden has something else Derek likes besides that, he likes upturned noses:

Even Kate had one:

Something All of these individuals have in common also, is that they all have a very curious and mischievous energy to them. He also likes light brown eyes and heart shaped lips. So yeah, but there is this photo from way back when, that sums shit up pretty simple:

So, this is why Eli looks like Stiles, doesn’t explain why he acts like him, or loves his Jeep though. Derek Hale just has a type… and complicated feelings about that Jeep 🫶🏻

[blusandbirds]

it makes me sad that theres so much scott mccall hate like hes just a guy hes my best friend he's a teenaged boy. he was man of the house and then man of the pack and then man of beacon hills. his first love died in his arms. he wants the world to be good but it isnt so he tries to be. i think he's sad a lot. he's about love and trust and hope and yeah maybe naivete but all his enemies end up taking bullets for him so maybe he's not the fool.

[groveofsouls]

tag dump seven ft. general charas part two !!

[steveyockey]

other than no homo do u have favorite teen wolf fics

most of my experience reading teen wolf fics comes from trying to befriend a girl in the diversity office first year of college who recc’d me stuff like cornerstone so I’m unfortunately ill-prepared to give you advice here

[jade-bright]

At some point in my teen wolf au???

*new teen pack meet og teen pack*

Lydia: What is the worst thing you've ever experienced?

Stiles, family trauma, lost his spark back in high school, not being able to save the Hales, all the shit that happened in the show (or what he's dubbed, The Shit Show™): ...

Derek, blames himself for Stiles and Paige getting the bite and the Hales deaths (including Laura & Peter), The Shit Show™: ...

Jordan, having recovered his memories of being Camden Lahey after discovering he's a hellhound, remembers the abuse he went thru at the hands of his father and was a soldier in the military: ...

Heather, blinded after her failed attempt at a strong necromancer spell, watched her crush?/gf? die, became permanently blind (that no magic can heal) after bringing back Paige, The Shit Show™: ...

Paige: ...

Paige: Mr. Harris

Scott: What?

Paige, Heather, Stiles, Derek, Jordan (Camden): ...

Heather, Stiles, Derek, Jordan (Camden): Same

inspo x

[betwecouldmakesome]

hmmmm I have thoughts

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

hi! i was wondering if you knew of a fic with blind!stiles where he’s blind because of something peter did. he injured stiles on purpose so he would be forced to like choose or reply on him? i also remember something to do with some sort of like mating run? and derek is the one who catches/claims him. oh! and at some point peter comes back but gets his ass kicked?

Hi anon. @write2live found this one for you!

Wants & Needs by MadcapRomantic

(10/10 I 33,003 I Explicit I Sterek)

Derek Hale has been participating in the Beacon Hills Mating Run for a decade, each year coming up without a mate. His mother, convinced this is his lucky year, persuades him to run one last time.

Enter Stiles, a young Omega with an unwanted Alpha nipping at his heels.

Family or not, Peter is determined to have Stiles.

But convinced they are True Mates, there isn't anything Derek won't do to keep Stiles safe.

[jinyoungbirth]

Season 3b of teen wolf has gone down in infamy but 3a is a beautiful woman too

[cescalr]

so close to just trimming out all the shit i never got around to editing for that one stiles amv and posting what remains as is 

audio link mentioned in tags: wrong

[xob1tchs]

〈 freaks! — stiles stilinski

warnings; somnophilia (sex when one person is asleep), dubcon, handjob, minimal talking, slight dirty talk, squirting, unprotected sex, cream pie.

taglist; @normsdaughter-alt @f4yerite @skyesthebomb @love4ldr @slut4drudy @certified-stargirl @thievin-stealing @creepydollie

a/n; this was only edited once, so my apologies for the grammar and spelling errors bound to appear. hope y’all like 💞

You sigh heavily, dragging yourself up the stairs to your boyfriends dorm room, backpack adding a weight to your already aching shoulders. Your eyes are heavy, sore from hours spent staring at your computer screen.

You smile at the students that pass you, looking equally as drained, exam season might just be the death of you.

Twisting the knob for stiles door, you slip in quietly, not bothering with the lights, letting your backpack hit the ground with a thump. You can hear sheets rustling as you creep towards his bed, blinking to see sleepy stiles smile up at you, you yawn quietly.

“Hi baby, don’t wanna wake you”.

You shimmy out of your pants, kicking them towards the over spilling laundry basket in the corner, reaching under your shirt to unclasp your bra. Stiles scoots over opening the covers so you can slip in — enveloping you in his arms and duvet. It doesn’t take long for you to drift off to sleep.

—

You stir sometime after you fall asleep, blinking groggily, turning beneath the covers. Sweat has caused your shirt to cling to your bare skin, legs squishing together with an uncomfortable heat — pleasure stirring in the pit of your stomach. You frown, chewing your bottom lip, squinting in the darkness at stiles side profile. Moonlight cascades over his face, peeking through the blinds, just enough for you to see his peaceful face.

You fidget, fingers trailing down your shirt, toying with the hem. Skeptically you ponder your options, peeking at stiles under the covers, eyebrows knitting together as you trail down his toned torso, to the waistband of his sweats. What would he do?

You’re careful as you reach over to his body, fingertips gentle, skimming over his abdomen. You watch his face for any kind of reaction, but he seems completely knocked out. Your knuckles slip into sweatpants, gasping at the lack of boxers, fingers immediately greeted by the thick base of his cock. You swallow thicky, drool pooling at the back of your throat. Heat stirs in the pit of your stomach, and you whine to yourself gently.

Shifting to your knees, you use your free hand to tug the covers down his body, tugging his cock free from the constraints of his sweats. You watch as his face shifts, lips parting in a tired huff, eyes still closed nonetheless. You jerk up his length, fist tightening around the head, precum beading out, slipping past your knuckles. Glancing to his face one again, you lean forward, trying your best to keep silent as you let spit gather on your tongue, before you spit onto his tip, flattening your palm against the slit, coating him in your saliva before you tug it down the rest of his length. By the third tug, he is hard in your palm, veins prominent as you continue to jerk him off. Wetness continues to pool in your panties, breath becoming heavy in your chest. Fingers curling around the thick base, you squeeze tightly, milking him, licking your lips as you cum dribble down his length, running over your knuckles.

Stiles whines under his breath, hips jutting into the air, pressing the side of his face into his pillow. His torso caves in. You flinch, glancing at his face, relieved to see his expression go lax again, eyes still kept closed. You let go of him, licking the drying cum from the back of your hand, humming under your breath.

Carefully maneuvering your legs over his, you place your hand on the wall in front of you, using your free one to tug your panties to the side, hovering over the tip of his cock. Nerves gather in the pit of your stomach, chewing your lip, you watch his face as you lower yourself down. The tip protrudes your hole, burning as you sink down, stretching with reluctance due to the lack of prep. The first noise stiles makes is a low and deep whine, eyes clenching together tightly, face winding up in pleasure. But he doesn’t seem to wake. So you settle comfortably on his length, doing your best to keep quiet, evening your breath despite the feeling of his cock stretching you open.

Your pussy is so wet that when you rise up, and fall back down, it squelches, wetness coating the bare skin above his cock. Splashing out with every move you make, you start to lose your strength, already so close to cumming. You tug your shirt up your body, stuffing the fabric between your lips, muffling the grunts and groans from your lips. Blinking down at stiles face you can’t help but whine out even louder at seeing his peaceful face twitch in pleasure, soft pants escaping his lips, fingers twitching by your knees on either side of his hips.

Trailing your free hand down your bare torso, you spread your labia folds wide, pinching your clit between your fingers, crying out at the feeling, knees buckling as an unexpected orgasm washes over your body, making you stumble forward as wetness spurts out around the base of his cock, covering your thighs and his sweats in the milky liquid.

This wakes him, a groan ripping from the back of his throat, hands clasping your hips, squeezing the meaty flesh, forcing you to stay in place.

“fuck baby, thought i was dreaming” he groans into your hair, hips jutting up gently, making you cry out from overstimulation. he smooths his hands over the skin of your back, before he digs into your ass, kneading the soft skin, rocking you back and forth on his cock just enough to have you clenching around him.

you place your palms on his chest, lifting your body up just enough to be able to look in his eyes, lips forming a pout “wanted you bad, sorry baby” squeezing your eyes tight in pleasure you let your body slump back into his embrace.

He hums thoughtfully, thrusting up into your cunt again, rocking his bed beneath your bodies. You whine into his chest, nails digging into the skin of his shoulders, spit staining his bare skin.

He continues his pace, ruthless, ignoring all the pleas you make, forcing you to babble nonsense into his chest, chuckling at your small voice inel between moans and crys of pleasure.

You can feel his cock pulsate, deep in your pussy, rocking against that spot that makes your eyes roll to the back of your skull. You shift your face to look up at him, tears welling along your lashes “stiles baby, im gonna cum again” you warn, clenching when he coos down at you, fingers tangling in your hair, massaging your scalp in a gentle manner compared to the pace of his hips.

He sits your bodies up, cradling you in his hold, cock buried deeper between your walls, wetness gushing down his balls. You limply wrap your arms around his shoulders, knee’s aching when you start to meet his thrusts, bouncing up and down on cock roughly.

Your pussy suctions around him like a vice, almost too tight to take him even still, but it makes it easier to feel every ridge and vein, the way he twitches and jumps inside of you, not as obvious on the outside but equally as gone as you from how his cock feels. He cradles your jaw, forcing your head back, mouth open wide, louds whines and whimpers filling the space of his dorm room. “Want you to cum baby, cream all over my cock” his voice is gentle, way too sweet despite the crude words. It makes you cry out, rapidly nodding your head, slurring a string of ‘yes’ out before your body goes limp in his hold.

Your mind completely blanks, a ringing in your ears causes your head to pound, orgasm your knees give out, sending both of you back down to the mattress with a loud thud.

The only thing that brings you back is the grunts and moans stiles let out, warm seed spilling inside your pussy. You smack your lips, panting like a dog as you support yourself on shaky arms, blinking down at stiles as his eyes flutter open.

“Shut the fuck up, freaks!” Comes from the other side of his wall, along with a pounding that makes the pens and other stationary on his desk rattle.