#dom!Stiles

[teencopandthesourwolf]

Derek: *perusing several take-out menus* What're you in the mood for tonight, babe?

Stiles: World domination.

Derek: *snorts* Isn't that a little ambitious for someone who can't rub his belly and pat his head at the same time?

Stiles: You're my world.

Derek:

Derek: *squinting* Wait, that statement is way too soppy coming from you...

Stiles: *smirking*

Stiles: *still smirking*

Derek: *the penny dropping* Ohhhhhhh, I get it, you wanna —

Stiles: *pounces like a mountain cat in mating season*

[modified from a buddie post of mine]

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Galvanic- a Stiles Smut<3

Warnings: knee humping, handjob, premature Orgasm, multiple orgasms, Dacryphilia, tit worship(kinda) fingering(f receiving), unprotected sex (p n v), creampie,

Y/n and Stiles have been best friends since Kindergarten. They were so close everyone just assumed they were dating. Neither Stiles nor Y/n were bothered by it. Actually, it was quite refreshing for Y/n. She was always paranoid of other boys, it took her forever to be able to trust Scott.

Every Tuesday the pair would hang out. They'd either watch movies, research together, or go to abandoned buildings. Today they were going to watch a Star Wars movie once again.

But, every time they did so, Y/n had to masturbate. She had to because Stiles somehow riled her up innocently. Whether it would be by a simple hug, a lingering touch, or just the way he looked at her with his big brown eyes.

Y/n sighed and got up from her bed; She just finished for the 3rd time and she reeked of sex. Y/n stumbles off her bed and wobbles to her joint bathroom. She quickly takes a shower and wraps the towel around her curves. She checks if it shows anything before leaving. She walks out of her bathroom and almost screams. Stiles was standing next to her bed, shamelessly holding the dildo, examining it with an analytical face. Y/n snatches it out of her friend's hands swiftly. Her hand still clutched her towel with her other hand and grumbled. "You saw nothing." She quickly walks to her joint bathroom and sets the dildo in the sink, she cleans it and lets it sit there to dry.

"So," Stiles begins with a shaky voice. "I'm early-" He starts but is cut off by his slightly annoyed and extremely embarrassed best friend.

"You are... By a whole hour," Y/n sighed, She couldn't be mad at him with the way he looked at her. But she was never going to forget this... How could she be so stupid? Leaving it on her bed like that?

Stiles smirks at her and sits on her bed. He pulls her closer to him, his hands toying with the hem of the towel. "Maybe I can make you feel good? Instead of watching a stupid movie," Stiles suggests playfully. That's right! Stiles wanted to watch Star Wars but disregarded it just like that?

Stiles and she had always been flirty toward each other but this time it felt different. Just the mention of him doing so made arousal slip down her thighs.

Y/n shakes her head. "Now is not the time with your teasing, you're early! I haven't even got dressed yet!"

Y/n squints at him and shoves him off of her. She turns to her closet to pick out some clothes. Stiles pushes himself off her bed and grabs a shirt from the closet along with his sweatpants that he left over the previous sleepover they'd had. "Get all comfy and cute for me," Stiles jokes with his infamous thin smirk. Y/n rolls her eyes and grabs the clothes, grabs undergarments before he can see them, and walks to her bathroom to change.

Stiles scoffs, his slender hands falling to her hips. He squeezes them in an attempt to reassure her. "No need for that, I've seen you naked before," Stiles shrugs nonchalantly. He had only because they used to take bubble baths together when they were young. Then she hit puberty early, destroying the fun they had in the water. That didn't deter them, they just had fun splashing each other in her pool.

When she was finished she walked out and climbed onto her bed. Stiles was already on her bed, so she snuggled into him like she'd always done. He sighs with content and wraps his arms around her happily. A few moments go by and his arms tighten so tight she knew she wasn't going to be able to escape. "We're gonna have to talk about that toy, Y/n/n." His voice was husky, something she'd only heard in her fantasies.

Y/n struggles one last time before giving in and going lax. "Never," she mumbles. Her pride wouldn't let her go that easy. His strong arms were tight around her torso, his forearms pressed against her hard nipples; He could feel the tempting buttons, begging for his attention. "What are you doing, Stiles?" she asks in a shaky voice. His breath was heavy in her ear, tempting her with all the fantasies she'd had about him.

"Thinking about that toy," he whispers with cracks.

Y/n's breath was now heavy, the second thing she could hear. His breathing, hers, and her racing heartbeat in her ears. Now she could feel his body, feel his arousal pressed against her back, slowly hardening against the small of her back. She squirmed again, trying to fearfully getaway. There is no way this was happening, Y/n thought.

"Your dick is pressed against my back," Y/n groans, squirming again to get away.

"Your squirming is making it that way; Be still, I want to cuddle," he bites back, stifling a moan as her ass just grazed his shaft deliciously.

He moves his knee, not away but further between her legs. "Is this okay?" Stiles asks with faux innocence. Y/n moans when he asks this, bringing her plump lips into her teeth. Her eyes roll back and her toes curl, not expecting such beautiful pleasure just from his knee. Her brain seems to short-circuit when his knees start to rub against her clit. "What about this?" he whispers. Y/n nods, her hips grinding against his knees to assist. "Just- don't stop," she cries, literal tears falling from her eyes. He leans down and kisses the salty glint on her euphoria-filled face.

Y/n doesn't listen and tries to get out of his grasp. He gets fed up and pins her down with ease. He hovers over her, his eyes are hooded, his hair is messy, and his breath is heavy. She could tell he was aroused, not just from feeling his length on her thigh either... His knee pressed against her mound, causing her to arch her back delectably. Her tits were now in his face, she felt his breath tickle her areolas. It was so imperiling to just give in and suck on them.

"Stiles, please. Move your knees. Too sensitive," Y/n breathes.

A wave of pleasure washes over her. Better than anything she's felt with her toys. Stiles couldn't hold back anymore, not after seeing her cry his name in such a Melodic way. He kisses her, groaning when she kisses back almost as soon as their lips connect. "So pretty," he coos as he moves on hand off her wrist to move her hair out of her face. "'You going to be a good girl for me and help out?"

Y/n nods quickly, her eyes big with the yearning. "I'll help," she says as her hand rubs his covered shaft with the palm of her delicate hand. Stiles doubles over, his head falling to her neck. His trembling body caught itself, slowly positioning between her legs while his open-pouted lips petted her neck. Y/n then slips her hand into his sweats, under his tight boxers, and rubs the precum into his tip. He moans pleasantly as she uses the thin amount of liquid as lubrication to jerk his veiny member properly.

They couldn't bring themselves to say anything. They were too scared and too caught up in the intimacy. Their stomachs were filled with butterflies, twisting and turning with the utmost yen for each other. Their eyes were locked, the bodies feeling the rest for them.

"Oh my gosh, Y/n... Your hand- I'm-" Stiles whines as he finishes on her hand. He cums hard, his teeth baring into her soft shoulder. She continues, easing him down from his high. He shakes and moves her hand off before the overstimulation can hit. She licks her hand clean, looking into his eyes while doing so. This sends him over the edge again as he prematurely starts squirting his sperm on her shirt that she stole and cropped. Y/n giggles at him not fully knowing how he came from just a look. "You're gonna kill me," Stiles whimpers breathily.

"Now now... You aren't dying and getting away from me now," Y/n purrs with synthetic confidence. His eyes practically bulge and he expels a guttural growl.

In an instant, he rips off the shirt that he wore. He grumbled out "You can steal more 'em," before Y/n could complain. He leaves kisses on her perky chest. His mouth latches onto a breast and Y/n's hands go to fist the back of his shirt. She didn't know her nipples were that sensitive.

Her hand entangles with his hair, her head falling back as her eyes flutter. She moves her legs over her thigh, now her ass was pressed against him as he was still on his hands and knees floating above her beauty. Her breast falls out of his mouth as her ass massages his dick as she rocks into him. "I need you, Stiles. Wanna feel you," Y/n pleads. How could he deny her what she asked for when she begged like that? With one hand, his shirt was thrown across her room, then he caressed her face as he pulled her into a long passionate kiss. His hands feel her body, attempting to engrave every detail it touched before and replace it with this memory. He pulls her sweats off, then his, never breaking the dance between their lips.

His hand finds her damp underwear, successfully finding her bundle of nerves. He toys with it, making her struggle to continue to kiss. He notices this and chuckles at her. "Make you all weak, have I? Just wait until later, little girl," he taunts before kissing her lips once more. His hands fumble, sliding down the underwear off. He collects her arousal, at once his finger penetrates her welcoming hole.

She moans into the kiss, tapping his back to get him off her face. She gasped for air, crying as her previous orgasms that day caught up to her. She was so unbelievably sensitive, but she didn't want him to stop touching her this way.

"Please..." she mewls before he enters another finger.

"My pussy is so inviting, baby," he whispers feebly. "So compliant..." he spreads his fingers in a scissor motion, slowly fucking them into her. "I'm gonna need more of this, baby... You'll let me, won't you, dear?"

"Yes- Yes, I- I will. Just don't," she pauses as she feels the delightful feeling about to explode once more. "Don't stop, please. Don't-" He cits her off by adding another finger that easily slides into her dripping cunt. "Oh-"

Stiles emits a dark chuckle she's only heard when he was possessed by a certain spirit. The wretched thought of him becoming so dark pushes her over the edge again, clutching his naked torso as an anchor to reality.

"Do you think you can take me?" Stiles asks slowly rubbing his length. She moans out a response that makes him smirk. His tip teases her folds, agonizingly slow as his dick inches into her. The stretch was unlike her dildo, which was skinnier and longer. Stiles was thick and probably about seven inches.

She babbles once he enters her. Her hands searched for something to grasp onto. He collects her hands and interlocks them. Her hands gracefully accept them and grasps them tight as he fully sheaths into her.

He carefully starts rocking into her, giving her kisses on the neck as she is too cockdrunk to respond to a kiss on the lips. His hips were colliding into hers with love. This wasn't him fucking her, it was slow. Sensual. He was making love to her, and her body was so weak from him doing so, not just because she came four times today. The way he moved into her was messy as well, the sounds of her cunt with her release and as well as his, was just galvanic.

She convulsed around him, feeling like she was going to climax once more. He continues, as well as he continues leaving love marks on her neck and her chest.

"Mmph- Stiles, I-" she tries to tell him. But he hushes her with a brisk kiss on the lips. "I know babydoll," he roused. "I can feel it," he hums approvingly. He was close to the edge as well, teetering over it. He was trying his hardest not to release, wanting to see her face when she cums on his cock. He knew he would become addicted to it, of seeing her face in ecstasy and feeling her finish around him. Hell, he already was addicted to her...

She falls off the edge, causing him to jump off the edge as well from how tight she gripped him. They slow down, the breaths still ragged as they feel each other in bliss.

After they recover Stiles groans as he is already semi-hard again just from her occasional twitches. He pulls out, the creamy liquid gushing out of her. He hums as he stuffs his dick back into her, not wanting any of the love elixir liquid to leave her womb. Y/n cries and slaps his back as he does this and he only laughs. "Gotta make it stay baby, don't want any of it to go to waste." Then he gets a filthy idea and quickly pulls out once more and slurps it up, drinking all of the elixir they had just made.

(a/n yeah😃 wtf did I just write? This. Took. 6. Hours. But- it was worth it, I love it. I hope YOU love it as well as I do! I love you, babes❤️)

[teencopandthesourwolf]

okay i'm reblogging this lovely set again bc i've just noticed something—and i kinda wanna ask derek about it:

wtf happened to yr shirt collar, dude?

just look at the difference between the top two gifs and the bottom two lollll

actually, on second thoughts, i reckon we should probably be asking stiles why it is that the sourwolf looks like he's been ragged all over his loft (and beacon hills and the preserve) by his henley... and funny how der looks happier in the bottom gifs, too, huh?

#little red is a giver #subby sourwolf

Tyler Hoechlin as Derek Hale in Teen Wolf

[homemadesterekpie]

i have this take where i believe Stiles enters sub space almost every single time he and Derek have sex.

at first Stiles doesn’t even know what sub space even is. Derek does but he’s not like an expert or a dom or anything.

but Derek starts noticing Stiles going glassy eyed and really quiet during sex a lot. just like he’s not all there but also very much present that its almost eerie but then Derek has an italic oh moment.

Stiles goes into sub space. so Derek tries to like broach the subject trying not to scare Stiles away lol but Stiles is like oooooh THATS what that is!!!! he was wondering why his mind always went bye bye the moment Derek got freaky with him lmao

they don’t really get a safeword or anything because tbh their sex life isn’t that out there it just tends to last a long time because of Derek’s stamina and its always so good that Stiles really can’t fight going into sub space.

they discuss precautions and stuff and Derek is a lot more attentive after they have sex, making sure to help Stiles come down with a lot of aftercare.

[godjustkys]

| mndi +18

| Stiles Stilinski x Top male reader

please give requests.

"A-ah! Fuck! Oh fuck, f- mhhh!"

"C'mon, Stilinski, you can take it, hm?" You mumbled out, your hands placed firmly on his hips, thumbs grazing over his back dimples.

Stiles squirmed a bit under your touch, his legs shaking ever so slightly. "[Name], plea-se, 'm— I can't!" He exclaimed, shaking his head urgently.

After all that stupid pining from the both of you, you had him on all fours, naked, and on your bed. "Aw, don't give up so quickly.." You leaned forward a bit, getting closer to his ear.

"Ghh— shiiittt!" His nails dug deep into his palms, trying to hold his position steady. "Slow! Slow, please, go slow!" He raised his shaky voice a bit. Stiles was breathing heavily, his head still hanging low. Perhaps he was ashamed to look at you.

"I am, don't worry Stilinski, I ain't gonna hurt ya now," you said with a small chuckle, pushing your dick in deeper, going at a much slower pace per Stiles' request.

Stiles suppressed many noises that threatened to leave his mouth, trying to stay quiet. You were playing by Stiles' rules, since he's the one having it rough right now, but that didn't stop you from pulling out slightly and pushing in a little bit deeper at a faster pace.

Fuck. That thing you just did earned a loud whimper from Stiles. His back arched quite a lot and you were in such a great position to witness it.

"God, Stilinski," you breathed out, moving one of your hands up to the back of his neck then slowly running it down along his back as you simultaneously pushed your dick all the way in, now just letting Stiles adjust to it. "You've got one hell of a body," Stiles thighs were shaking as you murmured out compliments, but it soon calmed down because you let him adjust and get used to the feeling.

"And a pretty face. Aren't you just perfect?" And with that comment of yours, Stiles let out a shaky breath, unclenching his fists and taking a moment to relax.

"You ready for me to move yet, or do you want some more time?" You said in a smug tone, both your hands back on his hips. " 'm ready, 'm ready.. yep, you can- move." Stiles responded to you, his voice almost neutral, yet holding some urgency behind it.

" 'mkay," you grinned, pulling out slowly. Agonizingly slowly. "Tell me to stop if you wanna back down,"

As soon as you finished your sentence, you rammed back into him oh so harshly. Maybe you should've went easier but Stiles did say he liked it rough. "I g- Mmhhh! Ah! Fuck!" Stiles tried replying to you, but the way you slammed back into him felt so good, not to say that it didn't hurt at all. "Fuuuccckkkkk!" He moaned out, his voice sounding so sloppy and high pitched.

He grasped the sheets, his fists balling up. So far, your pace was pretty slow and gentle, not including the start of it. "How we doin' Stilinski, you feelin' good?"

"ngghh! yesyesitfeelsgood.. pleasepleaseplease—" he rambled out, placing his forehead against the mattress. "gofasterplease, [name], please." His voice was pretty quiet, quite difficult to make out what he had said. "Awh, use your voice, don't be shy," you teased in an amused tone, really taking in the sight in front of you. "What do you want me to do? I couldn't hear you,"

That was a lie, you most definitely heard him. You just wanted him to be louder - to hear his voice. Everything about him makes you more and more obsessed.

"Please. Go faster, pleaseee.." he whined out, his voice still high pitched. Was he a crybaby in bed? Oh god, the thought of that just turned you on even more. "There ya go," you exhaled, your tone so gentle as you quickened your pace by a lot, holding onto his hips tighter.

It was at this point that Stiles' arms had given out, his shoulders now on the bed as well. The only thing holding him up was you.

"You seem to be doing well, Stilinski, you likin' the position, huh?" You asked, your eyes fixated on the back of his head.

No genuine response, just some loud whimpers and moans.

"Oh come on, you can do better than that," you teased, pushing your dick in deeper with every thrust.

Nothing. Again. Just louder moans from your partner.

You let out a sigh as you pulled out, leaving Stiles confused at first. Then you flipped him over on his back, positioning yourself between his legs and continuing from where you left off.

Your hands were on either sides of Stiles, propping yourself up on the bed as you looked down at him. Stiles couldn't look at you, he was too embarrassed about this. He was going to turn his head away, but you kissed him so he had nowhere to go.

Your hands moved to Stiles's thighs after the kiss, holding onto them with a tight grip, pulling your lover closer when you thrust in. "Goh— od! Oh for fucks sake!" He cursed out, throwing his head back as his hands found their way to grip your shoulders.

Your hand wrapped around Stiles' dick and you started jerking him off. In response, your boyfriend let out a loud and such a slutty moan. "Fuh— fuck!" In response to the pleasure, Stiles' ass clenched around your dick. "Oh? You like that, don't you?"

Stiles' toes curled as he gritted his teeth. Soon enough he wrapped his arms around your neck, pulling you in closer as you jerked him off and fucked him, at the same time. "Look at you, being such a good boy for me," you muttered out, thumb rubbing over his slit. You started fucking him harder, thrusting deeper. Soon enough, reaching his prostate. When you reached it though, it was pretty obvious.

His nails dug into your back. "[Name], oh god, wait! nghh!~" He sobbed out, arching his back. You looked at him with delight, grinning and hitting the same spot again. "Is that the good spot?" You teased in a gentle tone. He couldn't help himself. The amount of whines and whimpers that left his mouth was insane.

Stiles was a moaning and sweaty mess at this point, his words weren't even coherent and they were all slurred. He left pretty obvious scratches on your back during this. "You're takin' me so good, baby.." you breathed out, your voice a bit hoarse. "You're a sight for sore eyes, can't believe I get you all to myself," you hid your face in the crook of his neck.

"ghhhh, mmmfuccckk.. imgonna.. [name], [name] imgunnacum..—" he barely formed a simple sentence, clearly out of breath. "Go on then, do it," you encouraged him, leaving a hickey on his neck after you responded. Stiles grabbed a fistful of your hair, his dick twitching in your hands as he came and his ass tightening around your dick, the liquid spurring out onto his stomach, some of it getting on you as well.

"Good boy.." you muttered, your pace slowing down ever so slightly, just for a moment. Stiles was still whining and whimpering - he felt a little too overwhelmed after cumming like this and you fucking him.

"Shh baby, just hold out for a little while, okay?" You encouraged in a soft tone, holding back your groans - you were close.

He nodded urgently, biting his lower lip as his grip on your hair loosened slightly. Stiles made eye contact with you, finally. God, the look in his eyes made your dick twitch inside him, not to mention the tears he was holding back.

Of course it was a little painful, but you were doing your best to be gentle with him. Plus, he wasn't really crying, he was just teary eyed.

Your hands moved to Stiles' chest, grasping his pecs. "mggh.." a soft mewl escaping the other's lips. You squinted your eyes curiously, a sly grin spreading across your face.

With that, you pulled out, jerking yourself off til you came with a silent grunt. You didn't want to make Stiles feel so dirty for his first time with you..

[sarcasm-and-stiles]

Spencer: Are we fighting or flirting?

Y/N: I'm pinning you against a wall with my hand around your neck-

Spencer: I think I could just use some clarification-

[panthressa]

rough (cnc) dom stiles🤭🤭

I'm a whore for him, first of all. Second of all, thank you for the fiery inspiration this gave me. And thank you to everyone who participated in the poll I made in preparation for this! I'm going back to my roots with this one.

Rough cnc dom Stiles who...

wakes her up with his dick already pounding into her;

manhandles her and pushes her further into his mattress;

slaps her soaked cunt, making it throb and turn a bright shade of red;

bites her silky thighs to stop her blabbing and make her scream instead;

practically throws her against a wall, cornering her in so he can rip her clothes off;

spits into her mouth, onto her pussy, anywhere at all;

bites her tongue hard enough to make it bleed while they make out so he can taste another form of her DNA;

rubs her needy clit over her underwear when she's on her period because a week is too long for him to wait to watch her squirm;

puts handcuffs on tight enough to leave lasting marks for him to admire later.

Rough cnc dom Stiles who says things like...

"You belong to me, understand? You're mine. And I'm gonna use you how I want";

"Oh, I'm sorry, did that hurt? Maybe you should cry about it, you baby. You wanna cry for me? Yeah, let's see those tears, you pathetic little baby";

"Does that feel good? Of course it does. Only a slut like you would like kinky shit like this";

"Remember when we had our discussion about what we're ok with? Yeah, that's over. Shut up and be good";

"Are you seriously whining to me? You asked for this. You asked your boyfriend to fuck your brains out, and that's what I'm doing. Show some gratitude or I'll stop and you'll have to cum by yourself. Then you'll really be whining";

"Let me hear you. Let me hear how much you like to be played with";

"You wanna cum? Yeah? You wanna cum for me? Too bad. Only girls who behave get to cum";

"Did I say you could move? Sit down. God, it's like you're asking me to tie you up. Actually... I'll be right back. If you're not in the same exact spot, you're not cumming at all."

Degradation is his superpower. But if you think his rough side is good, just wait until it's time for aftercare. He gives his girl the whole nine yards - everything his heart can give her, making sure she feels loved, cherished, and safe.

Anyway... Let me know if anyone has anything to add! This was fun! 💜

@goldiestilinski826 😋

[hoechlins-hole]

Scott, Stiles, Jackson, Danny, Ethan, Isaac, Boyd, Liam, Mason: God, he's so masculine... Fuck me hard daddy 🥺

Derek's power bottom ass:

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"That's it, baby," with Stiles Stilinski.

Y/n was laying in her bed while Stiles sat between her legs. He wasn't eating her out like she wanted him to do. In fact, he had made a dildo, a mold of his dick for her, and he was fucking her with it. It had a handle so he moved it in delicious angles that made her see stars.

He wouldn't let her cum either, edging her for literal hours. She wouldn't trade it for the world though, loving everything that he gave her.

Her moans and squelching of her cunt filled the room. He angles the dildo upward, making it graze her G-spot. She yelps, holding onto the sheets to anchor herself. "That's it, baby, let me hear you sing for me." His voice was dangerously predatory, claiming that she was his without even saying so.

"C'mon, baby. You wanna cum for me? Can you do that for me?"

With all her might that she held on to, she released. She releases the hours of being edged... Hours of pent-up frustration and denial of her delicious orgasm. She screams his name, profanities flying through the room. "My Gosh- Sti," Y/n cries.

[stilesstilinskisposts]

I don't know why but I see dom stiles and sub Jackson in this scene

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Consider Fake! Dating me, Stiles

There's a list going around at the school beacon hills. The hottest girls from every last girl that attended. No one got left out. And Y/n was number one.

TW: Dom! Stiles, Sub! Reader, Teasing, Voyeurism, Dacryphilia/ whimpers(sorrynotsorry), road head, blowjob, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, p n v, cum-eating?(is that cum play idk) praise kink, degradation kink, a lot of dirty talk, mention of round 2/Shower sex.

When Stiles found this out, he was pissed. He has had a crush on her for the longest time. And now that he had competition? You better bet your shit he was trying to flirt with her more. Y/n knew about the list, and she knew about him liking her from the rumors that she heard. She didn't know if it was true though, so she didn't act upon them. She didn't want to ruin their friendship.

Y/n was a siren so it only made sense for everyone to be attracted to her. But the only one she truly wanted was Stiles. Just like he had wanted her for years... Even before he found out she was a siren...

Y/n walks through the halls, getting stares as she walks. She smiles and flips the people off. She didn't care about no damn list. She came to school for education, not to be the prettiest. Okay, maybe a little to be pretty... But not the stares- She dressed how she wanted and talked how she wanted. I guess the boys found that attractive...

Fortunately, some weren't guys. She felt flattered that the girls liked her more than the boys. She was happy that the girls liked her. Sometimes even giving them attention to make them blush. She would blow the known lesbians' kisses to fool around. They knew she was joking around but she in a way wasn't. Y/n didn't have a label on her sexuality...

She finds Stiles and Scott at their locker, poking their sides to get them riled up. They both hated it when she did this, but she's done this since she could remember.

"Quit it, Y/n/n," Stiles yelps, almost comically falling and dropping his bag. Scott laughs at his friend, his famous smile now on his face.

Y/n picks up Stiles' bag and hoists him back to his feet. "Ahh, I love it when you fall for me, it makes me feel so good," Y/n jokingly says in a rich voice. Stiles looked away to cover his blush but she saw. She pinches his cheek and ruffles his hair.

Scott sighs at his friends. "Come on love birds, Lacrosse practice starts in 20."

Y/n rolls her eyes playfully and links her arms with her two childhood best friends. As she walks with them, Stiles interlocks his fingers with hers. She lets him, not thinking anything of it. A few boys eyed him, stuffing out their chests to make them look bigger than they actually were. Y/n winks at them before kissing Stiles' arm. He stiffens and she giggles, All while this happens Scott is smirking at the two. He had noticed for a while that she liked getting the boys riled up; He also knew that she didn't really care about her reputation, being mean to any person who even tried to come in contact with her. Especially Greenburg.

Once they get to the locker room, she pulls Stiles back so she can talk to him. "I have a plan," Y/n starts. He nods, his mouth parting to speak. She cuts him off with he finger pressed against his lips. "I'm tired of the people- I'm tired of them trying to ask me out. Please consider fake dating me- because you're the only person I trust-" Stiles cuts her off with a hug and a kiss on her forehead. He whispers into her ear. "Greenburg 6 o' clock," he whispers so only she would hear. His breath makes her shudder, a chill traveling to her knees causing them to go weak.

"I guess that's a yes," Y/n laughs weakly. He only responds with a tighter hug and a kiss on her cheek.

"Of course, Honey," Stiles said. Greenburg turned and made a look at Stiles before walking into the locker room. Stiles then whispers, "Oh, he's pissed, Y/n."

Y/n smiles wider than she's had for weeks. She kisses his nose and pushes him into the locker room, "I'll see you on the field, babe!" Y/n yells. Stiles blushes hard at the nickname. This was going to be harder than he thought... But it's so worth it-

--

Stiles ran around on the field, dodging through people. He was trying his hardest to get a score. It was only a practice game, but with Y/n cheering his name he had to play like his life depended on it.

Y/n sat next to Isaac as he was benched for a bit for shouldering someone so hard they backflipped onto the ground. She had Stiles' water bottle holding it for him when he came back to get a drink.

"Are you dating Stiles?" A voice asks bringing out of her thoughts. It was Isaac. She nods, smiling with a big blush. Her hands fumbled with the plastic bottle in her hands, avoiding his eye contact so he couldn't detect the lie.

"We just made it official today, but I've liked him since I met him," Y/n says kicking her feet against the grass. She somewhat tells the truth so it wouldn't be a whole lie. Hopefully, he falls for it... Isaac follows her legs and smiles at her. Thank the universe...

"Congrats, Y/n... I'm happy for you, Not for Stiles though, he's a dick," Isaac laughs. Just then a sweaty out-of-breath Stiles hugged Y/n with a big slobbery kiss on her cheek.

"She's mine, you Dog," Stiles groans. Isaac rolls his eyes and looks to the field.

"Ahh- Gross Stiles!" Y/n screeches. She wipes his slobber off and he pouts. "You erased my Love!" He kissed her again in the same spot and she couldn't help but laugh. "Better," He says with a quirky smile. He grabs the bottle from her hands and squirts the Gatorade into his mouth.

-

That was one of the few instances to show that they were dating. One of them was when she was in the hallway and a boy, whom she never noticed, came up to her and asked her out on a date. Stiles being Stiles walks up to her and hugs her from behind, kisses her neck, and flips the boy off. "Sorry, not sorry!" They both yell after the boy. They laugh as they said it sync, also because the boy looked so defeated.

"I love this," Stiles mumbles swaying while hugging from behind. He leaves another kiss on her neck. His hands travel her body, resting on her thighs and squeezing them.

Over the few weeks of them fake dating he had gotten more confidant. They had never kissed yet, but they had gotten close numerous times. And he wanted to, hell- even she wanted to. She wanted to kiss him in front of everyone, not caring what anyone said. Maybe she could? Would he let her?

"Being my boyfriend or making people jealous?" Y/n asks while giggling.

"Mmm," Stiles says before leaving another kiss under her ear. "Both," he whispers, taking another step toward her. His hips position to rest against her ass, his hard-on grazing her ass just the tiniest bit. Y/n's breath gets caught when she feels how much he likes it. Her eyes go wide and she breaks free from his hold, giving him a kiss on the cheek for the bystanders.

Don't get her wrong, she didn't hate the fact that he liked it- She even liked it...But she didn't expect him to like the plan this much... Now she's been friends with him since they were little! They showered together and even had sleepovers when they were young. They were as close as they could be. They teased each other about sexual interest but never have they directed their sexual stuff toward one other. That was until his boner pressed against her ass. She now made it her plan to tease him.

"I'll see you after school, baby," She yells, keeping it short.

She runs to the bathroom as quickly as possible, staring at herself in the mirror in distress. "Okay, maybe he would let me," Y/n jokes referring to the kiss under her ear. It wasn't better than being flirted with by everyone, she'd rather be flirted with by her now horny crush-

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Over the next few days, they had gotten more confident with touching each other. She smacked his ass in the hallway a few times making him yelp and Scott- and many others- stare at her in shock. This time was the same.

She struts her way to Stiles, smacking his ass and then hugging him from behind. "Hey, sexy," Y/n whispers. His breath was caught in his throat.

"Hey, Angel," Stiles laughs. His voice was low, more like a breathy laugh. He continues to talk to Scott about something with a case he was helping his dad with. Scott eyes Y/n but goes back to paying attention to Stiles.

Y/n hands travel lower to around his sweatpants pockets. She stuffs her hands inside and kisses his neck to catch him off guard. His hands enter his pockets as well, you know men's pockets. He interlocks his fingers with her and she chuckles. She noticed that he loved doing that, interlocking his fingers with hers.

Her right hand then leaves his pockets and slithers under his shirt and he stops midsentence. He slowly looks down and eyes Scott to silently ask for help. Scott then asks a question about the case, and Stiles couldn't help but answer. His answer was breathy, but he got his point across.

She could feel his hard-on now pressing against her wrist that was still in his pocket. Y/n licks his neck discreetly and he cuts himself off with a breathy whimper. This causes Scott to stare at the two.

"Do you guys want some privacy? Because I'm pretty sure the hallway isn't private," Scott sarcastically says. Stiles shoves Scott's shoulder and Scott just laughs.

"Let 'em stare," Y/n says with a montoned face. Her finger grazes against his cock as she removes her hand from his. "Oops, sorry, baby."

"It's fine," Stiles groans. He grabs her, placing her in front of him. Scott and Y/n laugh at Stiles as they walk to the cafeteria for lunch. "Shut up," Stiles says in a small voice. Both Scott and Y/n could smell his arousal. Arousal was one of the few human emotions she could sense... only because she was a siren. "Do you guys want to sit outside today?" Stiles asks trying to get the attention off of him.

Soon the three were outside on the benches. Stiles quite literally dragged them outside. He then places Y/n on her lap, telling her that it's her fault so it's her problem to hide.

"I thought you were going to say something else and I might have slapped you if you did," Y/n laughs with relief.

Stiles' eyes widen and he shakes his head quickly. "No, never- But I'll deal with it later," he winks.

"Guys! In front of my burger?" Scott whines. His hands throw up into the air, causing the situation more dramatic than it should have. The fake couple laughs at their friend who is now the third wheel. Scott didn't know about them fake dating, he just thought they were actually dating. He didn't put too much thought into it because they always acted like this... just now they pulled the dial up a bit...

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Later that day Stiles and Y/n were in the library studying. They were still extremely touchy, and it was driving her insane. Not that she would argue- She could feel his touches minutes after it happened, it lingered on her skin like a sticky lotion. And to think it started as a harmless plan that would help her escape attention. But now she wanted his attention- more than anything.

Y/n was in the library studying. Stiles had his hand on her thigh and she couldn't think properly because of it. She gave up on concentrating a bit ago and pushed her stuff away. Her head was lying on the table, her hands digging into the table to escape from reality. It didn't work because he pulled her to his chest and she let out a noise. A fucking whimper.

"What's wrong, princess?" He whispers in a worried voice. He knew what he was doing to her. He could feel the sexual tension. He bathed in it every time they'd hang out. Y/n had to keep refusing to hang out with him alone because of it. She would only hang out with him when another pack member was around. And damn did he take notice of it. She says the same thing when he asks. That she was busy helping her father around the house. He told her that he believed her, only because she had been renovating the house for a while.

"Get your hand- off my thigh, please," Y/n whimpers. He does move it, just not the way she asked for it. He slides it higher, a smirk on his face.

"What's wrong with my hand? I wanna touch my girlfriend," Stiles says simply. He said it so innocently, making her groan internally. Y/n snaps her face toward his, examining his smug face. She squints at him, growling while placing her hand on his inner thigh as well. His eyes went wide and now he was the one that is a blushing mess. "F-fuck," he moans silently, sounding a tad bit like a whimper. She hasn't even touched his cock yet and he feels like he's about to bust.

"Are you sure you want to go through this, Princess?" Stiles whispers, making her shudder to the bone. Her innocent eyes looked up into his. She smiles at him, teasing her head slightly as a way of teasing him. "Sir, You're the one who started it."

Stiles takes a deep breath. He could feel his blood rushing to his cock. He sighs and gathers his stuff into his bag, gathering hers as well and hoisting them over his shoulder. "Where do you think we're going? We have 20 minutes left," Y/n laughs, a little smugness in her voice. He snatches her wrist, pulling her with him. "Should have thought of that before you called me that, Baby."

Her knees go weak- literally. He has to come back for her and guide her hips through the doors to lead her to his jeep. "Fuck- all weak for me already," He groans low into her ear. Her stomach flips when he says this. "Be patient, dollface." She hurries into his jeep, wanting to get his hands on her body as soon as possible. He opens the door for her and then runs to the driver's seat.

The ride was silent, Stiles' hand on her thigh close to her heat. He feels the warmth, and he restrains himself, knowing he will get to it when he gets to his house. She wiggles her hips a bit and he glances at her. She sat biting her lip watching him drive. His hand on the steering wheel was white-knuckling. She leans toward him- more specifically toward his waist. "Would you be mad if I sucked you in here?"

"Would I be mad if you- no I wouldn't be-" Y/n cuts him off by untying his sweats. "Oh, fuck-" He moans as the jeep swerves.

"Focus on the fucking road, Stiles," Y/n demands.

"Yes, Ma'am," Stiles squeaks. She could hear the smirk, she didn't have to see it. He situates his hips, his hard-on being shoved in her face.

She laughs and pulls him out. She admires his length for a bit. It was bigger and better than she thought it would be. It looked like he groomed his pubes, they were nice and curly at the end of his shaft- like he had a routine for it. She licked from the bottom to his tip. He twitches when her tongue comes in contact with his tip. She kisses it, her tongue then sliding along the slit. "Fuck, Princess."

She spits onto her hand a few times, wanting as much lubrication as she could get. She then sucks him, her hand twisting at the bottom of shift what she couldn't fit in her mouth. She loves this. She wanted to do this for years. She wanted to use him as a pacifier when she was upset, and now she finally could. All because she was on the top of the most attractive list at Beacon Hills.

Y/n hums on his cock, the vibration going through him. He swerves a bit, trying his best to keep his eyes open to focus on the road. But her mouth felt so well- This was the first sexual act they'd had- how in the world would they top this? Now he really felt like he could bust at any moment. His hips twitched, thrusting a bit into her mouth. His tip hits the back of her throat and she gags. "That hurt," she pouts.

"Shh, baby, you can take it," He groans as his hand pats her hair. Y/n moaned at the sound of his voice. All of a sudden the car stops. "As much as I love that slutty mouth of yours, I want you spread out for me on my bed," He moans graciously.

Y/n gets out of the car quickly. In a flash, she was by his door opening it for him. He was shoving his dick back into his pants. Y/n pulls him out by the collar of his shirt, shutting the car door behind him as he is dragged to his house. Luckily there was no other car there, meaning that Noah was at work. "For once, I'm glad that Noah isn't here," she sighed.

"Same," Siles agrees. He then twirls her around to face him, picking her up by the thighs. He enters the house, kicking the door behind him, and carries her to his room. He throws her on her bed, shredding himself from his flannel. Then he pulls her to the edge, his face so close to his. "Can I kiss you now? I've been holding back since you asked me to be your fake boyfriend..." Stiles says, his voice so low it makes her wetter.

She grabs the collar of his shirt and pulls him in. In a yelp he kisses back, his mouth exploring hers. Gosh... He tasted better than she ever would have thought. She could even taste the gum he had in earlier that day.

Y/n was the first to release the kiss, sliding down onto her knees. She quickly pulls his length out, faster than he could recollect. His pants fall to his ankles, along with his boxers. She leaves a kiss on his dick that was dripping precum from how hard it was. "Gosh," He moans as his head falls back. "Just like that, Angel."

Her pussy flutters at the praise. Never would have she thought that she liked praise so much. Nor would she ever thought she would have sucked her crush-of-13-years' dick. The rhythm of her bopping was slow. It had him gripping her hair, his hand going along with the movement as she did so.

"Fuckin' Love your cock, Sti-"

"Less talking more sucking," Stiles demands. She obeys, going back to sucking his girth. Her rhythm was a bit quicker as she sucked harder on him. She stares into his eyes and he moans loudly in response. She was caught off guard at something warm hitting the back of her throat. "Fuck- Princess..." he moans, sounding like a breathy whimper. "Your mouth is amazing- Come here," He pulls her up. She still hadn't swallowed his cum so he was surprised at the thick liquid on her tongue. "My dirty girl- Tricked me into tasting my cum," Stiles growls. "Strip for me," He takes a step back, pulling his own shirt off and watching her obey.

All while she strips she stares into his eyes, multiplying the sexual tension by a hundred. "You're under my lure, baby. You realize you're going to want to fuck me every time you kiss me, don't you?" Y/n purrs. Stiles pushes her down, his hand holding her waist down as he opens her legs. His face was in front of her panties-covered cunt.

"Oh, darling... I want to fuck you regardless..." He tugs on the hem of her underwear. She nods and he pulls it off.

"Get used to it being amplified, Honey. You're stuck with me..."

He leaves a long lick on her clit, the flat of his tongue grazing against the bundle of nerves. His needy hands massage her thick thighs. It oddly comforted her. He hums in response, sending the vibrations through her delicious cunt. "My Stiles," She moans, her hands gripping his hair. He winks at her, silently approving her words.

Her eyes could barely stay open. The pleasure was just too much for her. He smacks the side of her thigh lightly, making her eyes snap open. "Eyes on me, pretty girl." His tongue goes back to her clit, his lips occasionally sucking on it.

"Mmgh- Stiles- I'm-"

His fingers were at her entrance. They teased her before dipping into her. Her head falls back into a scream, wanting nothing more than for him to fuck her with more fingers. He was one step ahead of her, adding another finger. The stretch was perfect for her, his long thick fingers were way better than her fingers could ever reach.

Before she could even finish he pulled off of her. He kisses her hard and fast. It was sensual, but everything but sweet. It was needy, demanding more of what she gave him so easily. He needed her, and he needed her more. And he needed all of her.

His dick was so painfully hard it was throbbing. He noticed- but he did not care. He wanted to savor this moment. He wanted to remember every small detail so he could use it when he was alone at the dusk of night.

His face now hovers over her cunt that was spread out for him. He places her legs over her shoulder, now hovering over. "Saw this position in a video once," He murmurs.

"Yeah? Maybe we can watch some videos together sometime... and practice the positions."

Stiles' eyes widen, his breath caught in the wind. He gulps, "Yeah-Yeah- of course, we can. But for now I really want to feel you, Angel," he begs. His cock was already pressed against her entrance. She nodded, tapping his bicep so he could get the point.

"Just fuck me already, Sti, stop being gentle-AH," She was cut off with his dick shoving into her. She was already a moaning mess and he wasn't even moving, allowing her to adjust to his big size. She grinds her hips against him, trying to get some type of friction.

"If I move now, it's gonna hurt, angel."

"I don't care, just move," She whines. He moves at an agonizingly slow pace, wanting to be his usual self and tease her.

"Stiles," she laughs. "Stop being a fucking smartass." At that, his thrusts were almost brutal. There was a slight pain, but it was mostly pleasure.

"Don't call me that when I can split you in two, baby," Stiles moans. His cock moves fast inside her, hitting every spot that made her feel like she was soaring through space amongst the stars. "Such a fuckin' dirty girl... All spread out for her fake boyfriend... Teasing all the other boys what they could never have... Only I can have you... Only me, baby, just me." His dirty words were mostly for himself, but she didn't argue. It was the hottest thing he'd ever said yet.

Y/n screams for him, her hands gripping onto something- which happened to be her thighs that were pressed against her chest. "I'm gonna-"

Stiles cuts her off with a loud growl. "Don't you fucking dare!" He kisses her neck hard, leaving a mark. It was hard for her to hold back, her nails digging into her thighs. "Tell me you're my girlfriend, baby, then you can cum," He whimpers. Y/n's vision faded with pleasure when he said this. Fuck this was so hot...

"You're fucking me and now you ask me to date you? Of course-"

Stiles once again cut her off. This time it was a kiss. Thank the universe for Y/n being flexible. But he couldn't kiss her properly so he moved her legs around his waist, his thrust continuing after he did so. "My good little girl... Love her pussy- It's my pussy now. Belongs to me-"

"Please let me-" She moves her hands to his back, her nails digging into it deliciously.

"You can cum when say what I wanted you to say," His thrusts slow a bit, becoming a tad bit sloppy. It only makes it harder for her to hold the upcoming orgasm off. She felt like she was going to explode with the utmost pleasure that she could ever experience.

"I'm your girlfriend, Stiles- I'm yours, only yours to use and to touch."

Stiles kisses her forehead. "Cum for me, baby... Be my good girl and cum."

The pleasure was too much for her. Her body shakes with the best orgasm that she's ever had. He moves into her to help her orgasm, then pulls out at the last second and releases on her stomach. "Fuck- oh my-," he moans as he finishes.

He kisses her, cupping her face and pulling her hair out of her face. "Such a beautiful girl for me." He picks her up, carrying her to the bathroom. He does something while she sits on the counter. He comes back to her with a washcloth and cleans her up. "You okay, angel?" He asks toward his orgasm-dazed girlfriend. She nods slowly and pulls him into a hug.

"Can we have shower sex?" Y/n asks in a hushed voice. He smirks and carries her to the shower, turning the water on.

"Does that answer your question?" Stiles asks before littering her back with kisses.

[bookworm-2000]

I don’t think a dom/sub relationship/situation works for Sterek.

Don’t get me wrong, sterek has to be one of my favourite ships of all time, the chemistry’s there, the saving each other is there, it just works.

But looking into both of their pasts? Neither role works for them.

Dom Derek? Absolutely not, he would be constantly worried he was acting too much like Kate, hurting Stiles, having too much power over him, etc, also might worry about the age gap and believe he’s preying on Stiles like Kate did to him.

Sub Derek? Nope as well, would remind him too much of Kate. He would most likely have this idea in his head that he’s allowing someone control over him again and look where that got him last time? With most of his family dead.

Dom Stiles? Yeah, no. The Nogitsune. Need I say more? He’s terrified of ever having power over people again. Last time he had the power to actually do something? Look at how many people he killed. (Of course we know it wasn’t actually him but have you seen his guilt complex?)

Sub Stiles? No. He was literally possessed, lost all control over his own body for months. I just don’t think he would be able to give up that control again willingly, even with someone he loves and trusts with everything he has.

This was just a bit of fun with a character study and rest assured I will still read all of these dynamics 🤭

Sterek is eternal!

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TW: Boyfriend! Void Stiles, High sex drive!Reader, Mention of sex toys, Bondage(use of duct tape/zip ties), Somniphillia(previous consent given), P N V, Blowjob (f to m), Mention of cunnilingus, Dom!Void Stiles, Sub!Reader, Brat!Reader, Degradation/pet names(use of Dove & Pet), Praise kink(Mention of one being proud), Spanking/impact play.

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Y/n could remember when she first met her boyfriend Void. He was sitting on the sofa at Scott's house. The Duct tape on his mouth and bandages on his stomach. While Mellissa bandaged him, Y/n could not take her eyes off his torso. Her thighs were constantly clenched as she examined him across the room. Eventually, Melissa left due to fear of the evil spirit and returned to the kitchen with the others. Y/n stayed, glaring at the thousand-year-old demon. Her legs were crossed elegantly, her arms on the arms of the chair while her foot bounced to ease her nerves.

Void couldn't help but stare back at the girl, seemingly being interested in why she wasn't showing fear. It looked like she was angry at him if anything, which he was used to... but she was calm and angry, and it intrigued him.

Y/n stands up, stalking toward the tied-up boy slowly. She squats down next to him and rips the tape off. "As much as the others hate when you speak, I'm curious how you are for myself, instead of listening to the stories."

His jaw moves to the side as a result of ripping the tape off, turning into a smirk. "Do you want to make stories for yourself, dove?"

Y/n opens her mouth to speak and it snaps shut as soon as it opens, Why the fuck did he call her that? And why did she feel more aroused? "You're not going to switch this game so you're in control. I can just put the duct tape on again," Y/n raises her shoulders with fake annoyance. She wasn't that annoyed, the only annoyance she had for him was he was the reason why she was so turned on. Ever since she stepped foot into the room she couldn't keep her eyes off him. How he looked like he hadn't slept in months, or how even when he was tied up he had so much confidence... For no reason... except he still looked so attractive.

Void tilts his head toward her, "Are we playing games?"

"Not yet."

Void chuckles at her. "Are you going to ask about Stiles or not?" Void sighed, knowing what was on her little mind of hers.

Y/n shakes her head, but then a question pops up in her head. "Do you know how he feels about things?" Y/n asks curiously. Void nods his head, pointing to it gesturing that Stiles was watching. "Does he hate me?" She asks sitting next to him, her legs at an angle toward his knees. She had a solemn face, her lips being chewed by her teeth.

Stiles and her would always bicker at each other. Anytime the other was near, the other would complain. Y/n always had felt subconsciously hurt about this. She didn't hate him, he just never gave her a chance.

Void blinked at her slowly, he looked at her like he knew. Like he knew what was on her filthy mind of hers. He eyes her clenching thighs, his eyes slowly connecting with hers. His eyes were filled with a predatory gaze. She noticed this, not being able to stop her body from clenching her trembling thighs. She craved him, and she just met him. A demon that was a thousand years old and possessed her sworn enemy.

"He's mean to you because he doesn't know how to treat a lady. He's young... Ignorant..." Void whispers, breaking the silence. The silence was more like sexual tension.

Her head snapped to his from her lap. "What?" Y/n asks before her brain can stop herself. What was he even saying? Of course, Stiles is young.

"You need someone with more experience- Someone like me, dove."

Y/n scoffs. She grabs the tape and slaps it back onto his face. "Can't believe I thought you wouldn't turn this into a game."

-

Now Y/n was lying next to her boyfriend Void. She couldn't help but keep thinking of that interaction. He knew that she was aroused because of him back then. And she knew as well... From the number of times, she squeezed her thighs hard and from her lustful gazes across the room, it was obvious to an old soul. And it was obvious to her now that he knew, like looking through crystal clear glass.

Luckily though, they both had an agreement. Stiles could use her for pain or chaos so he could survive and she could use him for any sexual deed that she wanted. At first, when he gave her the option to do so she declined. She thought he was crazy, that was when she was horny out of her mind again and came begging for him to fuck her so they could seal the deal. After that Void would follow her everywhere, much to the pack's disliking. But Void was compliant; Stiles was too, he tried to not bicker with his look-alike. Like a mutual agreement so everyone could have what they wanted. Sometimes it bothered Stiles how he would randomly smack her ass hard and suck the pain out but at least they tried.

Y/n rolls over off the bed, finally acting on her arousal. She quietly gets a box from under the box, grabbing the roll of black duct tape that lay under all her many of toys.

Now she was under the covers, pulling out his dick and sucking it as he slept. His dick was quickly hardening as she licked him, her mouth occasionally sucking. His thick length dripped precum as she did so, the salty taste that she loved bombarding her tastebuds. She bobbed on him, one hand handling his sensitive balls while the other lay on his stomach. His stomach muscles twitched against her hand, his breathing now becoming loud.

Before anything else could happen, she straddles him, stripping herself from her clothes. Now the zip ties were around his wrists and duct tape on his lips, not before checking if air came out of his nose so he could breathe.

"This has to be one of the nastiest things I've done," Y/n thought. But she didn't care, I mean she woke up with him eating her out numerous times.

Breaking out of her doubted thoughts she hovers over his dick, the red tip spreading her labia folds as it grazed against her. She starts bouncing slowly, her hands on his tied ones that were on his stomach.

Now the pressure and the horniness were going to her head. She gives up on trying not to wake him up. She bounces on him harder, her hands now toying with one of her tits while the other toyed with her clit slowly. Her slick made it easy for her to ride him fast, as well as his dick to rub against her ridges inside.

His eyes open abruptly, groans now filling the room louder. He watched her be in her own world. She hadn't even realized that he was awake yet.

In one quick moment, he rips open the ties, his tape next. Now she was on the bed, tape on her own hands and mouth. She was on her stomach. Her elbows were toward her chest, the tape restricting her movement anywhere else.

He slams his erect dick in her, surprised at how quickly the situation has changed for her, she yelps. "Such a naughty dove, using my body while I sleep... Interrupted my beautiful dream of me fucking you... kind of like this..." Void explains. His hands that were on his hips spread her ass, now massaging the needy flesh as he fucked into her hard.

Y/n licks the tape, wanting to be able to speak and moan for him. "Please Void... Fuck me like you mean it."

"Don't be such a brat, Y/n," Void spat. "You're-" He thrusted hard into her, grazing against her spot that made her eyes roll back. "The one that used my body- just like I told you could- I'm so proud you've finally done so... I've been waiting for months to fuck you like this," Void murmurs. He lands a quick smack on her ass, emitting a loud cry of pain from her. He rubs it, drinking the pain from her ass into his body. The black veins travel up to his face, his head rolling and his eyes rolling back in such beautiful pleasure. He lands another, "Such a good pet," He groans. His voice was so low, growling as he fucked into her as if his life depended on it, which ironically it did, he consumed that exoticness of him fucking her.

Next, he manhandles her, pulling her into his naked chest. His arm holds her under her chest, his other hand still on her hip. Y/n screams at the new angle. Thank the universe for allowing her to have no neighbors... He kisses her neck affectionately. He knows that she dies inside when he does that, moans and profanity flying out of her mouth. "My hands, please... They hurt too bad-" In an instant the tape gets snapped off. He held her hands, rubbing them while taking the pain. All while he does this his thrusts never stop. She turns her head to look at him- Just the domestic look in his eyes easily pushes her over the edge.

"Just because you finished, doesn't mean I'm done with you, Dove," Void Growls. He pushes her down, her face landing on the soft sheets of their bed.

[mieczyslawsravenclaw]

Belonging - Void Stiles

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Pairing - Void!Stiles x Reader

Rating - 18+, Minors DNI - Smut - NSFW!!!

Summary / Prompt - You decided to flirt with someone else. Void decided you were going to pay for that. Sexually.

Warnings / Content - I guess some themes of possession and perhaps slightly toxic ‘you’re mine’ vibes? CNC, maybe, if it counts as that too. Rough sex (but not like ROUGH rough), mentions of 💀 someone made by Void, etc. PIV unprotected, pet names (literally), Void’s very dominant so if you’re not into the hair pulling and manhandling, I’d skip out tbh

Word Count - 4k

Author’s Note(s) - Shoutout to my friend @voidkiwi00 for giving me the idea for this one! I haven’t written Void in a LONG TIME, so I might be rusty with it. I did my best! Yay for dark characters and lots of filthy sex!

Additional Tags - Void!Stiles is hot asf and it should be criminalized, I have something for dark and dangerous men who get soft for their person LMAO HELP, this kind of screams ‘part two where they fuck and someone sees them and he makes you keep going’ though - ————————————————————————————————

I’d say I’m not sure how I got here, but that’s a lie. I’m fully aware of the reason why I’m currently being pushed against the wall with Void’s hands roaming the lower half of my body like I’m some thing to be possessed - he’d said so only moments prior.

“Your fucking attitude,” I think were his exact words. “Flirting with someone else right in front of me, and teasing me about it afterwards?”

A similar growl is in my ear as he continues to grasp at my ass with one hand, the other between my thighs making slow but intent circles where he knows it’ll make me feel the best. He’s torturing me, on purpose.

“You think you can just…walk around like we’re nothing?” The deep, dark tone of his voice meets with a particularly harsh grip that makes me squeak. “You belong to me. Every fucking inch of this body is mine and mine alone to play with. I could have killed that guy, and not thought twice. It would have been easy. Is that what you wanted?”

I try to say no, but he chuckles and slips a finger inside of me, just enough to have me arching back for pressure.

“Uh huh. You didn’t want me jealous. You just wanted to shove your ass up against him and dance like nobody was watching. Well, I was watching. You knew that, pet. That’s why you did it.” Void bends closer, touches me deeper. I whimper. His mouth brushes from my ear to my neck, a bite there before he adds, “You wanted to be claimed? Answer me.”

“N-no-“

“Don’t you dare lie to me. Tell me what you want, or I’m stopping. You won’t get anything.” His nose brushes up against my skin, a delicious heat under his words. He’s right - of course I’d done it on purpose. I wanted his eyes on me, I wanted him to ruin me in all the ways only he can. I’d been craving his attention, and now I have it. I want to hang onto that for as long as I can.

“Maybe,” I admit, which brings another laugh from him - darker, this time.

“Mmm, maybe? I don’t know, I think you should be a bit better for me. You’re kind of being a fucking brat.” His smack to my ass resounds across the room, my eyes closing sharply, face pressed to the wall. “Acting like someone who wants to be fucked, repeatedly.”

“And if I do? So what? You’re a thousand years old and you’ll cum in me?”

Oh, that was the wrong thing to say. Or maybe the right one? I don’t know - all I do know, is that his hand immediately spans the breadth of my back and reaches up to tug at the base of my hair, forcing my neck back just enough to make it a little uncomfortable. Not that I mind. I know he gets off on pain, and that’s sort of become our thing. He never really hurts me - unless I ask him to.

“Do you know how hard it was not to cave his fucking skull in when he called you pretty?” Seeming to want to show me, Void’s hand moves faster than before, in the way he knows will only prolong how badly I need him to make me finish. He gets off on that edge, too. “You’re goddamn right I can, and I will. Because nobody else gets to have you like this. Nobody touches you, nobody sees you, but me. Understand?”

“Y-yes.”

“Say it right.”

“Yes, I understand- oh god-“ He’s keeping me right there, and he knows it burns like an eternal fire between my thighs. It’s the best part for him. I can feel him feeding off the pain that radiates when he doesn’t let me let go yet, that subtle but present humming of his energy leeching off of mine, the way he goddamn near moans at how it feels for him.

“Understand what?” Fingers stopping in motion just as I think I might cum, which causes a frustrated whine from my lips.

“I understand that I belong to you.”

“Good girl,” Once again he picks up the pace, although still not enough to get me off. With my back pressed against his chest and his hips against my side, I gather the fact that this is going to be a long, long night. “But I think you still need the reminder, hm? Can’t have you walking around acting like that for every man with a pulse. If you’re a slut for anyone, it’s for me. Not him, not anyone else. Me.”

Soon as he’d touched me, he withdraws; I whimper again, only to find myself spun around so fast that it’s criminal. Lifted by the waist, backed to the wall once more. His hips make a steady grind against my own, jean fabric against bare skin. Another thing that hurts just enough to have him rising against me, hardening fast.

“First, I’m gonna make you wait to cum until it hurts,” He pants, lips against mine in an instant. “Then I’m gonna make you cum so many times, until you’re begging me to stop. Do you think I’ll stop, baby?”

I know he won’t. He’ll probably make me cum until I’m too exhausted to move, or until I pass out. Maybe both. Void is never subtle or really even gentle in the bedroom (and other areas). If it ever seems gentle, it’s because he’s drawing it out. Making it hurt. I’ve kind of grown addicted to the way it burns, if I’m being honest. Nothing else, no one else, has even made me feel quite that bad and good at the same time. Knowing something is dangerous and painful, and wanting it because of that…is my thing, with him.

“No.”

“You’re learning, that’s good. Now,” He pulls back, a sharp rut of his hips up against mine. “Your next lesson. Don’t fucking flirt with anyone else. Ever again.”

As is a fairly normal happenstance, fingers are wrapped around my throat, a low groan emitted into my mouth as he works his body against mine. “Or I will murder someone,” He continues, “You’re mine-“

“Show me.”

Somehow, my attitude still surprises him. I think he expects me to be bending by now, even though I’ve never been one to give in quickly. Part of me believes he likes the challenge. Or maybe I just love seeing that ‘I’m going to fucking destroy you’ smirk, the one he has on his lips right now.

“Show you? I can do that. But I think you’re gonna have to beg me for it. I can’t just hand it out to you, now, can I?”

“Void, please-“

Grasp tighter on my neck, hips bruisingly hard in their rocking, he growls in my ear, “Yeah, that’s it. I want to hear how bad it hurts. How bad you need me. Me, only me. How you know I can fuck you better than anyone else ever could.”

For himself and certainly not for me, he undoes his jeans and shoves them to the floor, kicking them away while still keeping me pinned, legs wrapped around his waist. There’s no hiding the excitement between his legs, or the roll of his eyes as he struggles not to immediately rut into me and take me here and now. But he won’t, he’ll draw it out at least a little longer. Even if I can feel his ache from every molecule of the air we’re in.

“Say it. And I want to hear you mean it. Give me one good reason I shouldn’t go back and-“

“No, no - I belong to you. It hurts so bad, can’t you feel it?” I know he can. Of course, there’s the steady run of black through his veins, ever so slight, but there. “I need you, I need you inside of me, need you to- to edge me till I’m crying, and then-“

“Oh, I do love how you look when you cry. So pretty when you’re that fucked for me,” Still rolling his hips, the gleam in his eyes is predatory. “Mmm, and then what? Tell me.”

“Then make me cry even harder with how many times you make me cum, like you said.”

“Now you want what I want, huh?” He holds my gaze, watching the way my bitten lip swells as he rubs his clothed cock between my folds with an agonizing pressure. “Admit it to me, and maybe I’ll fuck you until you’re ruined. Maybe.”

Holding out is becoming less and less of an option, the wetter I get, the more the indescribable need permeates my very being. He wanted begging? He’s about to get his fill. Hopefully, so am I.

“God, please-“

“God isn’t here right now, sweetheart. You should say my name instead.” The cheeky son of a bitch yanks my hair back again, biting and sucking patterns from my neck to my jaw.

“Fuck me, Void, I swear to- to- I don’t even know, I just need you to make it hurt, please? The way that only you can-“

“The way only I can? Not that bastard who had your attention earlier?”

“He couldn’t even come close.”

“I know. Just making sure you know that.” He hoists me up like it’s nothing, turning us around and making a line straight for the bed. My heart drops to my stomach - well, a little lower - because when it gets to this point, I know I’m in for it. This is what I wanted, and now I’m getting it.

Expectedly, I’m thrown down on the comforter and climbed upon like a prize, his head slotted directly between my legs. Breath hitting just where I need it to, he smirks up at me. “I’m gonna make you beg for my cock inside you. Remind you just how well I fill you up,” A pointed look down below, licking his lips, his fingers circling just shy of somewhere helpful. “Since you seem to have forgotten.”

By now, I know better than to snark back. Or I should, but I am who I am.

“I did forget, actually. Why don’t you force me to remember?”

“You should be careful what you wish for.” That’s the only warning I get before he descends, lips wrapped around my clit with a harsh sucking behind them that makes me cry out. My fingers find his hair, weaving through and tugging as his mouth works over me. There’s a vibration from him, the telltale sign that he’s pleased with my shock.

I don’t get relief, though - he proceeds to alternate between painfully sharp sucks and horribly gentle, barely there licks, his finger ever so gently pressed into my opening and pulling down against the very edges of me. Sometimes he circles it, from beginning to end. Otherwise, he tugs up and down, but with hardly enough penetration - he’s doing it on purpose. Dragging me right to the precipice, just to wind me down so painfully my legs are trembling.

“Please, please…!”

“No, I’m not done with you yet,” Void mutters, his free hand shoving my thigh further into the mattress. “Cry for me, baby.”

“I am-“ Or I thought I was, till he spreads me wider and keeps me stuck there, both hands now, only his mouth working my slick into a royal mess. There’s a gasping, choked sound that leaves me, his tongue flat and spanning the insides of my outer folds, the way he knows I love.

That’s when I really do start crying. It’s so good, and yet not at all the kind of stimulation I’m truly craving - I need deep pressure, not surface level - Void seems to have my body memorized. He looks almost drunk with pleasure the stronger the pain is for me, and it turns me on in ways that it truly shouldn’t…but always does.

“Perfect,” He whispers, head coming back yet again as I try to push my hips up to keep him there. He’s much stronger than me, so it does nothing, of course. “So pretty when you cry for me. Stunning. Does it hurt enough yet? How many times have you clenched around nothing and wished it was me?”

Usually, I would narrow my eyes and tell him, ‘you know how bad it hurts, of course you do!’ - I’m to that point where I would beg him for a single finger, though. Something he also knows. That smirk is so goddamn wicked, and just as delicious.

“Lost count,” I admit, panting and pouting. “I feel like I’m on fire.”

“Oh, baby, I’m aware.” Cocky. Son. Of. A. Bitch. He leaves a kiss just above my mound, thumbs stroking the insides of my thighs.

“Will you please make it better?”

“Better?” Oh, fuck. Not what I was supposed to ask, after all. This time, he bites my stomach, and I gasp.

“Worse. I meant worse-“

“I can do worse.” Warning isn’t his thing - and neither is the expected. Both play into the sudden movement of his hand between my thighs, once more pressing against my heated flesh in one fluid motion, two fingers stretching me wide.

“Fuck…!” My head drops back against the bed, eyes shut tight as the pleasure overwhelms me, ready to break. He’s played with me long enough. He’ll let me cum now. Right?

A swirl, bare swipes against the inner spot that arches my back for him. He hums, “I think someone wants to cum. Tell me, have I made it painful enough for you yet? I don’t think I’ve made it painful enough for myself.”

“Please-“

“Please what?”

“Please make me cum- fuck!” A shaking, utterly embarrassing whimper-whine escapes me.

“Mmm, I could make you. But should I let you, is the question?” He debates this as though it’s some scientific theorem that requires his whole attention, fingers going still inside of me. The pain is unbearable. I’d do just about anything to get it from him, now. “Why don’t we make a deal? I’ll fuck you all over the house, and you’ll take it. And however many times I make you cum before I’m done with you, you have to handle it.”

“Deal,” Not even a breath between his offer and my needy agreement - the smirk widens, more mischief and an almost evil glint in his eyes. He inches closer, a teasing finger brushing against my skin.

“Yeah? You’re gonna let me fuck you all over the house, hm?” We both know there’s no letting involved here. Not from me to him. He just likes to hear me say it.

“I’d let you fuck me anywhere.”

“Ha!” He wasn’t expecting that, by the way he grins. “Is that so? You’re so desperate for me to fill you up, you’d let me take you outside and fuck you where anyone could see? Christ, you’re naughty.”

I’m about to tell him that yes, I would honestly walk over hot fucking coals at this point to have his dick inside me, but he doesn’t let me speak. Instead, I’m roughly tugged up into a sitting position, and he simply tucks his boxers aside, allowing himself to spring free. Angry, red, and hard as hell, if it wasn’t clear already.

“I think I want a little more from you, first.” Barely any gentler, his hand tugs my hair until I bend forwards, landing on my hands and knees. “Think I need to ruin that smart little mouth of yours.”

The scent of musk and sweat fills my nostrils as my face drops against his thigh, missing the point entirely. He grunts, tugging me back up and tutting, “Ah, ah…now, why don’t you remind me just how deep you can take me before you gag?”

“Yes, sir,” I mean, fuck - I’m dripping, I’d do anything at this point. Lips wrapped quickly around his head, I hum as I work him into my mouth and down my throat.

“That’s right,” His voice drops in that way that says, ‘I’m about to break you and it’s purely for my pleasure’. With both hands tight in my hair, he rocks his hips up, a choked groan passing his parted lips. “Fuck, your mouth is so…nngh…you’re so pretty when you shut up and take my dick like a good girl.”

Easily, he hits the back of my throat - tears springing to my eyes, I take it like a champ. If only to hear those sounds he makes, the ones that cause me to tremble and clench my thighs together, begging for friction.

“I’m gonna cum in your mouth,” He says, and it’s not a warning - it’s a promise. “Fuuuuck…and you’re gonna…mmmf…savor every last…motherfucking…drop…aren’t you? Gonna be begging me…for more of it…want me to fill you up…all over, don’t you?”

How he speaks while he’s thrusting up into my face and dragging my head down, I don’t quite understand. Must be some immortal stamina thing, if I had to guess. He doesn’t keep it up much longer, rather choosing to take his pleasure from me until I’m not sure if I’ll black out or he’ll cum first. Every so often he lets me pull back to breathe, muttering something about human bodies and their weaknesses, although he does have a touch of a gentle lean to his gaze. He would never admit it, but I see it.

Right as he’s nearing his first high of the night (because it won’t be the last, not with this man’s sex drive), I swear I catch the lightest hint of a whimper at the end of his moaning. I almost think I could cum untouched.

“Gonna take it, just like the good girl you are for me, huh?” He pants, eyes screwed shut as his head tips back. He forces me down once more, a raw gasp as he breathes, “I’m going to ruin you after this- oh, oh my god-“

That’s the moment he cums, himself - my nose smushed up against his skin, his hands held tight in my hair, a wicked and low noise escaping his throat as mine fills with thick, hot liquid. I already feel wrecked, and he hasn’t even fucked me yet. Yet.

Trembling, though he’s still very much in control and full of heady fire, Void looks down at me and brings his hands to cup my face, wiping the tears away as I ease my mouth from him. The slightest smile - genuine, even if he won’t admit it - perks up his lips.

“Mmm, so good, just like always,” He praises, eyes sparkling. There’s a moment where things feel almost…soft. But then, he’s back to his smug grin and a comment of, “How about we remedy that little situation between your legs, pet?”

I’d been grinding my body into itself without thinking twice, which he stops with a warning look - one of those ‘you don’t cum until I say so’ looks. Barely ten seconds from his own orgasm, and he’s already about to chase mine.

“Please?” Is all I can manage, which does cause another look. But, much as he tries to act nonchalant, I know he can feel the desperation radiating off of me. I know he gets off on that pain. And that he’s about to get off on a very different kind.

“You’re already having trouble with your words again, and all it took was my dick down your throat,” He muses, his touch a hell of a lot rougher than earlier now when he circles my clit with his thumb. His other hand works two fingers in again, pulling at me in a rhythm that makes my brain explode. My elicited moans make him chuckle, “I do adore breaking you apart.”

Apart is the best description he could have chosen - not too long after the tugging and rubbing he gives to me, I’m about to burst at the seams. I almost worry he’ll stop again, make me cry more. He would, it’s kind of his thing. But this time, it seems like he’s actually going to let me cum.

“Now, remember what I said, darling - I’m not stopping until it hurts…and then some.” His fingers coax me till I’m squealing, and only then does he give me the allowance I’m craving. “Go on. Cum for me, pet.”

White hot and nearly blinding, the orgasm rockets through me, a gasped plea of his name lost on my lips and just barely out of me when his hands remove themselves, the sound of rustling clothing followed by the feeling of a still-hardening Void pressing up against my folds.

Of course he won’t wait. Even if he’s constrained by a human body, he’s still doing what he wants. And right now, that’s destroying me. He slides in effortlessly, a growl of a groan, “Still so tight, it defies logic.” Hands reach to hold my wrists, hips picking up a pace that sends my body into overdrive. I’m no stranger to overstimulation with Void, I never have been.

“Oh, god!”

“Someone’s forgetting who she’s supposed to worship,” He tuts, but this time he doesn’t stop what he’s doing - no, he goes harder, reaching down and yanking my legs up till he’s so deep I could black out. “You say my name when it hurts, beautiful. How about that?”

“Fuck, fuck- Void!”

“There she is,” Christ, the grunts and groans he lets out are obscene. Life changing. Devastating. The sweat pooling at his brow, knitted together in the pleasure of sex as well as the deliciousness of feeling my pain - he’s a vision of sheer devilishness above me. “Gonna make you cum so hard you forget anyone else even exists, and then I’ll do it again-“ A particularly hard thrust, “And again, and again, until you’re screaming-“

My second orgasm grips him inside me like a vice, sharp curses flying from his lips as he slams my body into the bed over and over. I’m not allowed even a moment of rest, a hand to my throat as he coaxes, “Three? I think I deserve at least three from you. Don’t you, pet? I’m taking it anyways.”

It’s full of shaking and whining, but he keeps his promise - the look in his eyes purely feral as he lifts me and flips us over, hips pushing up into me, hands forcing my own hips to rock in motion and time.

“I can’t-“ I gasp, eyes rolling back as the fourth hits me, ache settling into my core.

“Yes, you can, and you will. For me.” Void doesn’t stop, not for a moment; guiding me with ferocity unmatched, the sounds of our bodies colliding echoing across the room. “Whether you think you can or not, your body tells a different story. This body,” Thumb back down to my clit, bouncing me in his lap while he watches me fall apart, “Is forged in fire and lust and sheer…utter…fucking spite.”

The look on his face when he’s able to pull a fifth orgasm from my shaking body is more than enough to break him, all over again. He forgoes the pretense of pretending I’m in control and turns us back around, a whirl of movements till I’m pinned beneath him a second time and he’s holding me tight enough to bruise, the sounds between the two of us shocking and oh-so-sexy. Driving into me, there’s nothing but absolute pleasure in his every thrust. For him, of course - it’s both for me, the pleasure and the pain. Like I said, though - I want it this way. I’ve gotten a hit of it, and nothing else quite scratches the itch anymore, not like this.

Not like the feeling of his hips knocking into mine, the curses that spill from his lips as the rest of him spills within me. The eye roll that makes my toes curl, the look on his face when he cums hard enough to spur me to finish once more.

Or the words he utters afterwards, past his post-orgasm growling of my name.

“Five minutes…and I’m fucking you against the window next.”

[hyunjin-amore]

Teen wolf

Isaac lahey

Isaac lahey x Top male reader

Void stiles

Void stiles x reader

[roughentumble]

like derek pov on always having wanted to be a beta and all the troubles he has trying to live up to the title of Good Alpha and failing that and having to go away and then giving up the alpha mantle to stiles and accepting stiles as his alpha who knows everything and accepts being directed by his alpha would be godly utterly godly

he's not even an attack dog he's a couch dog he just happens to be willing to bite if you break into his house an spook him