#stiles stilinski fanfics

[ruewrote]

𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡.

PAIRING: stiles stilinski x fem!reader WARNINGS: none GENRE: fluff SONG INSPIRATION: teenage dream by katy perry WORD COUNT: 1.2k

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it wasn't out of the blue for you and stiles to have a sleepover on fridays, actually it was a sort of unspoken rule between the two of you.

it first started when you said that you had never watched star wars before, which led to the both of you sitting on your couch with a big bowl of popcorn in between.

him explaining the little parts you'd get confused about or him just ranting about his favourite scenes. after that it was a back and forth of showing each other your favourite unseen movies.

when finishing said movie the following days you'd receive multiple memes from him about the specific films, it had become a recurring pattern that you'd come to love. it almost felt weird if he didn't.

tonight it was your turn to introduce him to the to all the boys i loved before trilogy since you'd been obsessed with the movies since they first came out.

he was on the fence about watching them since he wasn't a huge fan of romcoms, you somehow convinced him by saying "it's practice for watching them with your future girlfriend!" internally wincing at that.

every friday you felt more anxious before stiles showed, trying to fluff up your pillows and straighten out your blankets. wanting to make everything perfect.

you had a huge crush on stiles, how could you not after spending so much time together, learning all of his little quirks, his likes and his dislikes, the only thing you weren't sure about was the way he felt about you.

it was the one thing you wanted to know the most about him. did he think about you the same ways you thought about him? did he like the way cuddled when you'd watch these movies and shows with him?

you couldn't tell him though, what if he didn't feel the same way you did and it completely ruins the good friendship you have right now?

what would it take for you to finally tell him?

ding dong!

the doorbell ringing a couple times had you jogging down the stairs, opening the door with a warm smile to see hyper stiles.

"i'm so ready to get my movie night on! i had a math test today and let me tell you it sucked," he whines as he dramatically wraps his arms around your waist as he fake cries into your shoulder.

"well if it helps i have enough microwaveable popcorn to keep us going through the apocalypse soo you coming upstairs or what?"

with that said he zips past you up your stairs, falling up them in the process, making you giggle at his eagerness as you follow close behind him.

watching stiles practically swan dive onto your bed and aggressively sniff your pillow has you side eyeing him, "why is your bed so much comfier and smells so much nicer than mine? it's so not fair."

"it's a little thing called fabric softener and if you continuously jump into your bed the way you do mine, then i guess you've got your answer you dufus," you laugh at him burrowing himself deep under your duvet.

"plus i've slept in your bed it's plenty comfy, the key is lots of pillows and fluffy blankets." he hums as you settle yourself beside him before pressing play on the movie.

it was like ten minutes into the film when you could feel him slightly shuffle closer to you, keeping your eyes on the screen pretending it didn't happen. just patiently waiting until he felt comfortable enough to say something.

"can...can we cuddle?" you wordlessly lifted your arm, letting him slip himself under, his head on your chest, the rest of his body lightly pressed to your side.

it was like second nature to you two, whether either one of you had a bad week you'd take turns holding each other. you helped install healthy mannerisms that proved that it was okay for a man to be held because they deserve it too and that it was okay for guys to cry no matter who they're with.

so yes , when he had a rough day he'd often walk up to you and bury his face into your neck, his arms firmly wrapped around you as you cupped the back of his head and rubbed soft circles on his back just letting him know that you were there for him.

with everything he had gone through he deserved all the comfort he could get and if the source was you then so be it.

you would be lying if you said that your heart didn't speed up at the closeness and how his touch on your skin left goosebumps.

trying to be as casual as possible, you raise the hand that was currently wrapped around his shoulders to gently stroke his hair, feeling him physically melt into you calmed your nerves.

feeling your eyelids slowly droop, your hand movements become slower so your palm now laid on the back of his neck, fighting sleep felt so difficult when he was beside you. his presence was so peaceful, comforting even without him saying anything.

the early start of your day hitting even harder now. He won't mind if you rested your eyes for a little bit, right?

stiles noticed the similarities between the two characters to the both of you, but there's no way that you deliberately put this on as a sign? was he reading too deep into it?

when he went to question you about it, lifting his head he was met with you sleeping peacefully. his gaze softened at the sight, gently tucking the piece of hair that fell in front of your face.

"you are so goddamn beautiful and don't even know it, even when you sleep? like can you save some beauty for the rest of us?" he chuckles at his own joke.

"i don't know how long i can keep pretending that i'm not totally in love with you...there really isn't anything that i wouldn't do for you." he whispers and he studies your features.

"it's honestly crazy how i feel your absence in everything that i do when i'm alone, in every place i go without you." he sighs, going to go back to watching the tv.

"you really mean all of that?" you whisper, making him jump back.

"uh- i-i do, but i thought you were asleep?"

"no i was just resting my eyes, but i'm sorta glad that you thought i was for you to finally confess your feelings for me." you smirk at him.

his mouth opens and closes, utterly bewildered at what you just said, "what do you mean finally?"

"You realise that i like you too, right? that i have for the longest time?" stiles eyes now wide, looking even more lost than before.

"you like me? like like me like me?"

sitting up, grasping the back of his neck, "what are you..." pulling him closer, your lips brushing against his. it takes him a second to register the kiss before melting into it. leaning closer to deepen the kiss. his hands brushing over your hips as he laid you down, now hovering over you. your hand running through his hair, tugging at the roots.

you're both now smiling as you share a few more pecks before pulling away. "so you do like me!" he grins, "oh my god. dude yes!"

"ya know if you're gonna be my girlfriend, you're gonna have to calling me dude."

"would you prefer shnookums?"

"that's it!" he pulled away just enough to tickle you.

from that night forth you and stiles had become inseparable, practically connected at the hip. but you wouldn't want it any other way.

comments and reblogs are appreciated ♡

© ruewrote 2024.

[reidiot]

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

[bethsvrse]

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

[mxltifxnd0m]

ugh this was so good! stiles being cute and soft is my fav versions of him 🤭🫶

NIGHTMARES Stiles Stilinski x Fem!reader

Context: Readers dad is best friends with Beacon Hills sheriff, aka, Stiles's dad, so when he needs to leave home for a work trip, he leaves reader to stay at Stiles's house. Enemies to lovers kinda, Stiles comforts reader after she gets a nightmare

Warnings: none, fluff, and like the tiniest bit of cursing

Wordcount: 1.7k

Your eyes fluttered open as you sat up quickly in your bed, a sharp gasp escaping your mouth as you did so. Your body felt hot and damp, sweat sticking your shirt to your back as you took several deep breaths in an attempt to slow your quickened heart rate.

Your hands trembled as one shot up to your temple, the other clenching the collar of your baggy shirt so tightly your knuckles turned white.

You squeezed your eyes shut for a moment as you let out a long and shaky exhale. Slowly, your grip on your shirt loosened as your mind began to rationalize with you. It was just another nightmare.

And clearly, a bad one at that, judging by your puffy lips and the tears that stained your cheeks.

Once you pushed back all of your covers, you moved your pillow and sat against the headboard of your bed. You brought your knees up to your chest and placed your head in your hands as you tried to calm yourself down.

Your nightmares had been getting worse and worse as of late, and regardless of them having become an almost nightly occurrence for you, they never got any easier to deal with.

You'd been getting nightmares ever since you were little and regardless of how many doctors your dad had taken you to, none have been able to find a cure for your issue.

Due to your condition, your dad made sure that he was always home at night to comfort you whenever you woke up crying. Sure it was a promise he'd made to you when you were just a kid, but he'd always followed through on it. That is, until recently.

Your dad was out of town on a business trip for his new job. Though he tried his best to decline the offer because it meant leaving you home alone for a few nights, you reassured him you would be fine. But of course, that didn't exactly convince him enough.

That's why he insisted on having you stay at his best friend's house while he was away, just in case you needed anything.

Unfortunately, staying with his best friend meant staying with his son, who was none other than Stiles Stilinski.

For some reason, neither you nor Stiles ever got along. You don't know why things ended up that way, but they just did. You didn't like Stiles, he didn't like you. End of story.

Eventually, after sulking over your current situation, you lifted your head up to look at the guest room you had been staying in, the room was lit only barely by the moonlight that shined in through the window.

You began to rub your eyes as you sat up at the edge of your bed. There was no point now in trying to go back to sleep, you never could, right after waking up from a nightmare that is.

Slowly, you got up from the bed, placing both of your feet on the ice-cold floor, the temperature sending a shiver down your spine as you began walking out of your room and down the hallway.

Gradually, you made your way down the stairs and into the kitchen, grabbing a glass from the cupboard, bringing it to the sink, and filling it up with water. You brought the cup to your lips and took one long sip before placing it down on the counter.

But before you could even finish swallowing the liquid, a sudden noise behind you almost made you choke.

"Can't sleep?" A raspy voice from behind you asks, the noise making the hair on the back of your neck stand up straight.

Your body immediately tenses as you spin around, only for you to see Stiles standing a couple feet away from you in the kitchen. Your body relaxes as you see him and you let out a deep exhale.

"Relax princess," He says with a tired chuckle as walks towards you. "It's just me."

"Stiles you just scared the shit out of me," You reply with a huff as you study his features. He looked exhausted, you could tell by the way dark purple bags hung under his eyes. "What are you doing here?" You ask, your voice much softer than it was moments before after seeing his slightly disheveled state.

"I thought I heard crying coming from your room, and then I heard you walk downstairs. Just wanted to make sure you were okay," He says, his tone genuine and etched with concern that sounded all too foreign to you.

"Oh," You say, slightly dumbfounded by his words, and confused as to why he'd even care enough to bring it up to you, let alone check up on you about it. "I'm sorry that I woke you up," You say slowly as you look down, not knowing what else to say or do.

"No, it's fine. I was already awake," He says with a sigh. "I haven't really been able to fall asleep tonight anyways," He continues reassuringly, his reply definitely explaining the reason for his appearance.

You feel a pang of sympathy course through your body as you tilt your head to look up at him, watching him rub his eyes. You'd never seen him like this, so tired and out of it to the point where it hurt you to see him in such a state.

"So why are you down here?" He asks, his words snapping you back into reality, your eyes meeting his once more.

"I can never really fall back asleep after I get nightmares, so I thought I might just come down here for a bit and grab some water," You explain as you turn around to face the counter, your back now facing him.

You never really enjoyed discussing your nightmares with anyone, the same way no one likes talking about a breakup right after it happens. It just feels like reopening a wound you're so desperately trying to heal.

Suddenly, you feel his arms snake around your waist from behind as he pulls your back closer to his chest. "I'm sorry to hear about your nightmares," He explains, his voice low and husky yet surprisingly comforting as he leans his head down to your ear.

"It's-" You start but a gasp escapes your mouth, cutting you off as you feel his cold hands go under your shirt and wrap around your stomach. "It's okay. I'm used to it by now," You explain, your voice much quieter than it was a moment prior.

He lets out a small hum in reply before burying his head into the crook of your neck. "You're so warm," He mumbles into your skin, sounding as if he's a second away from falling asleep on you.

Another shiver shoots its way up your spine as you feel goosebumps all along your arms. Thoughts raced through your head as he continued to hold onto you.

You so desperately wanted to pull away from him because you knew that you should, that was what you were supposed to do. You were supposed to hate him. Yet you just couldn't seem to find the strength to do so. You wanted to hate it but you couldn't because you loved it. You loved being held by him, having him close, it was the best form of comfort you'd ever received from anyone.

You couldn't help but lean into his touch despite how cold he was. You felt his breathing slow against your neck and you could tell by the way his grip slowly grew less firm that he was beginning to fall asleep.

"Stiles," You murmur quietly, finally pulling yourself out of the trance his touch had sent you into. "You need to go to sleep. You sound exhausted," You say softly as you turn to face him again, his arms now wrapped around your lower back.

"No, no I'm fine," He mutters, though his body betrays him as he lets out a yawn.

"No, you're not," You say as you place your hand on his shoulder and bring your other hand to cup his cheek. "Just let me take you to bed, okay? You need sleep."

Stiles lets out a sigh as you feel him melt into your touch. "Fine," He grumbles reluctantly.

You smile at him softly, lightly tracing your thumb over his cheek before Stiles unwraps his arms from you and steps back, allowing you to push your back off the counter.

You take his hand in yours, your fingers intertwining with his as you lead him out of the kitchen and up the stairs, eventually making your way to his bedroom. You can't help but notice the numerous papers and books scattered across his room, making only parts of his floor visible.

Avoiding all the clutter that stands in your way, you carefully make your way to his bed. You pull the covers away and as you do so, Stiles climbs into bed.

After tucking him back in, you take a seat on the edge of his bed, both of your legs hanging off the side as you turn your head to look at him.

"Do you need anything before I leave?"

Lazily, Stiles turns his head to look at you. "You," He mumbles out slowly, placing his arm on your forearm. "Can- can you stay with me?" He asks quietly as he looks up at you with eyes that make your heart melt.

Slightly shocked by his offer yet slightly compelled to say yes because of how tired you've grown yourself, you nod your head.

Slowly, you get into bed next to him and get yourself under the covers, your back facing Stiles. Before you can even turn onto your back or roll to your side, he wraps his arms around your waist for the second time tonight.

He holds you close enough to him so that your back is flush against his chest and so that his head is resting on the crook of your neck.

Before tonight, he'd never held onto you like this before, but something about his touch seemed so familiar, so normal. It didn't feel odd to have him wrap his arms around you, to bury his head into your neck, or to let him hold you as he fell asleep. It felt good, more than good actually. It felt right.

Eventually, your eyelids grew heavy and your body began to relax against his. As his breathing slows, yours does as well, and soon enough, you find yourself falling into a blissful night's sleep, one without nightmares.

alright guys i actually did it! i uploaded! can yall believe it bc I cant 😭

I have been procrastinating and been in such a slump in literally everything. Like I haven't even been able to pick up my book and its been making me so mad. But I'm so happy that I finished this, even though it isn't the best thing ever, I'm relatively proud of it and I hope you guys like it!!

[shitpostingsterek]

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[lilaccmilk]

Alright so think about…….men who look very innocent at first, wide doe eyes FULL of admiration. They look so happy and are goofy. Literal sunshines and fluff clouds. Always making sure you’re comfortable, being the best boyfriends. Looking out for you, following the sidewalk rule and all that. They kiss you so eagerly (you’re their first kiss.)

But then in the privacy of your closed doors, they turn into rough doms. Filling you up to the brim, constantly hitting that one spot inside you. Your gummy walls snug around them, trying to just—

“Breathe, love come on.” They’re still so tender with their words. Kissing your forehead, while thrusting you into a pace that is making you see stars. Then as if all that wasn’t enough, the press down on your stomach, making you feel them even more deeply.

“You feel me right here yeah, pretty girl? Tell me –hah– how you feel f’me? C’mon pretty speak.” They ask with a smirk. And just as you’re even trying to answer, they increase their pace. Not even allowing you to speak, as if you forming coherent thought after all this is a personal insult to them. Even after you reach your climax, they’re still going on. “One more f’me please? You can do that right?” They ask breathlessly as you nod, overstimulating both you and themselves.

But after you’re done, they’re the kings of aftercare, kissing your forehead, running a bath, spooning you as you both sleep.

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You picked a dance with the devil, and you lucked out- Swim // Chase Atlantic

Yuta Okkotsu, Choso Kamo, Xavier (L&DS), Stiles Stilinski, Yuji Itadori + your favs!

a/n: i have a thing for the nickname ‘pretty girl’ ^_^

[colmiillo]

When i smell that there is going to be a pregnant trope in the fic...

[noyzinerd]

Sterek tropes that I feel don't get enough love:

1. "Oh my God!"

"Derek, actually."

2. "I heard that!"

"You were meant to!"

3. *needy* "Touch me!"

*teasing* "But I am touching you."

4. "So, do werewolves have knots?"

"Do we have what?!"

5. *during sex* "Don't hide your face from me"

6. "You're going to have to use your words"

7. Derek's control slipping slightly during sex and dropping fangs, flashing eyes, and/or growing claws

8. *Stiles pulling clumsily at Derek's clothes in desperation* "Off, off, OFF!"

9. Stiles lacking sexual experience but still somehow being the best sex Derek has ever had because of the ungodly amount of porn Stiles looks at (either recreationally OR for research purposes; but let's be honest, Stiles being good at sex on accident because he's a deviant is objectively funnier)

10. Stiles, with his canonically high libido and sexual stamina: "So, you ready to go again?"

Derek, a werewolf with a supernaturally short refractory period: *out of breath, concerned, and maybe a little scared* "Are you serious?"

11. Derek: I'm not doing that.

[Later]

Derek: *ends up doing it*

EDIT:*

(I can't believe I forgot this one)

12. "Hey! I liked that shirt!"

"I'll buy you a new one."

[histerek]

Stiles: [sobbing bc he can’t save the puppy* who is going to FREEZE in the cold]

Claudia and John, who know this is absolutely NOT a dog: [trying to wrestle the pup out of Stiles’ deceptively strong three-year-old grip]

*Derek, not a puppy but a wolf cub who is admittedly tiny for his age: [head empty no thoughts, enjoying the scent and warmth of Stiles’ scarf]

Talia, watching this all go down behind a tree: [plotting how to save her son for the FIFTH TIME THIS SKI SEASON who she’s beginning to suspect doesn’t want to be saved]

[hedwig221b]

Long time Sterek fan, long time lurker, and SO happy to see you here: any pack mom Stiles fic recs?

Happy to see you, too! I definitely need to catch up on pack mom!Stiles but these are so good! 💖

Building Blocks by Lisztful

Stiles doesn’t exactly mean to start cleaning up after everybody, it’s just that, well, sometimes he thinks Derek turned them into actual animals.

Needed by Asterekmess (Livinginfictions)

Stiles knows he doesn't bring anything to the pack, but if that's true, why does Derek come to him for help?

take my heart from me by Areiton

He didn't really mean to adopt Derek's pack of puppies. He didn't mean to make himself important to them. To Derek. He just wanted to keep them all safe. That's all Stiles ever wanted.

The Comfort of Coming Down by MadcapRomantic

Stiles isn't the only human in the pack, but, more often than not, he's the most vulnerable.

the three rules of beacon hills high (there is a cult in school) by graveltotempo

there are three clear cut rules in Beacon Hills High School:

Do not hurt Stiles Stilinski, unless you want his friends after you Do not hurt Stiles Stilinski’s friends, unless you want him after you Do not flirt with Stiles Stilinski, unless you want his boyfriend after you

Other fic recs: angsty fics | possessive Derek | historical AU | baby/mpreg | outsider POV | smut | mafia | hurt/comfort | magical!Stiles | Stiles gets kicked out of the pack | BAMF!Stiles | omegaverse

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

a little fashion show

kinktober, day four

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

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

word count: 990

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mhm,” he nearly groaned. 

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

“Y-yeah…”

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

“Anything,” flowed from his lips nearly instantly.

“Would you have sex with me?”

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

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

“Would I-… I’m sorry, what?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

© 2023 thyme-in-a-bubble 

[ruewrote]

𝑢𝑛𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑟.

PAIRING: stiles stilinski x gn!reader WARNINGS: none? GENRE: angst, fluff SONG INSPIRATION: latch by disclosure & sam smith WORD COUNT: 490 NOTE: he deserves all the love in the world, plus i just wanna give him a hug

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Your week was long, everytime you looked at the clock it felt that the minutes grew even longer or it felt like you had no time at all, there was no inbetween.

The constant loud chatter of your classmates gives you headaches, which turn into migraines as the days progress, recently you had been keeping to yourself. Your words had been coming out alot snappier than you intended so you decided to stay quiet. Well turns out you learn alot about others when you don't speak all that much for a prolonged amount of time.

That sadly meant picking up on the little snide comments that people were making about stiles, at first it upset you. Of course it would, Why wouldn’t it? But then it just angered you right down to your core, he was the sweetest person you knew, always making sure the people around him were okay, cheering people up when they were clearly down. God, he even entertained Lydia's idiocy.

Yeah he was a klutz and he slipped up sometimes, but he didn’t deserve that. No one did, but especially not him. For what? Just being himself?

He was sick today, it was weird with him not sitting at the desk in front of you, it was almost eerie even with the talk from your fellow classmates, you missed him. The bell rang, you winced. End of school, end of this god forsaken week. looking around the classroom, students were out of their seats, some already out of the room. That included scott. Ugh. of course. 

packing up your stuff before making a beeline for stiles house, your heart heavy as you shut your car door, thinking over everything you had overheard. slowly making your way up to the stilinski residence. Stopping in front of the door, taking a deep breath before knocking.

You waited, listening for footsteps which soon came, rather quickly actually, an ouch soon followed, the door opened. there he was, with a lopsided goofy smile, he didn’t look sick? Mental health day? “Oh my god, hey! Dude I was literally just about to text you!” 

The way he was staring down at you with those stupid doe eyes, you couldn’t take it anymore. you threw your arms around his neck and pulled him into a surprised hug. He wasted no time in wrapping his arms tightly around your waist, not questioning anything.

 To anyone on the outside this probably looked super weird, two people hugging in the doorway of their house, but times like these weren’t uncommon between the two of you.

“I love you, you know?” you murmur into his shoulder, he was somehow able to pull you closer to him, squeezing you tighter. “I love you too.” 

In that moment you didn’t think about the kids at school or any other silly worries that you had, not when you knew that stiles had you.

The same way that you had him.

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NEEDS Void Stiles x fem!reader

Context: Stiles and the reader have a flirty-friendship, but aren't in an established relationship. When Stiles gets possessed by the nogitsune, he comes to the readers house who is unaware that he's been possessed.

Warnings: Spice

Wordcount: 1.1k

You slept peacefully in your bed until your eyes began to flutter open. Your mind groggily catches up to you as you slowly adjust to the lack of light in your room. As you sit up slightly, you shiver at your bedroom's surprisingly low temperature.

Even within the comfort and safety of your bed, drowning in the endless sea of covers and blankets that had now engulfed it, you still found your teeth clattering against each other.

Your eyes dart to the window in your room, which you could've sworn you closed before you went to sleep, but for some reason, was open now. The window's curtains blew in the wind after yet another cold breeze entered your room.

You muttered a curse under your breath once you finally built up the courage to leave the warmth of your bed and shut the window. You planted both your feet on the frigid floor and crossed your arms against your chest.

Very slowly, you made your way to the window, letting out a huff as you used both hands to close it shut. You turned around and leaned your back on the window, closing your eyes and sighing as you did so.

Once you opened them however, you saw someone standing in front of your bedroom door. At first, you were under the impression that your mind was playing tricks on you, but as you continued staring at the tall figure leaning on your door with his arms crossed, you realized that this wasn't just a figment of your imagination.

"H-Hello?" You whisper at the person and for some reason, your half-asleep brain thought it would be a good idea if you took a step closer to him. Upon further inspection, you realized that there wasn't just some random crazed lunatic in your room, it was Stiles.

"Wait- Stiles? Is that you?"

"Yes, it is. Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," He replies, his voice genuine, yet so low and husky that it sent a shiver down your spine.

He pushed off the door and walked towards you, his eyes raking your body up and down, eyeing you as if he was trying to commit this image of you to his memory. As he stared at your bare legs you came to the realization that you were standing in front of him in just a pair of low-rise shorts and a small tank top.

"What are you doing here?" You ask curiously while crossing your arms in an attempt to cover up the amount of skin you have exposed.

"I just felt like paying you a visit," He says as a grin plays on the edges of his lips, "I've missed you," He adds, his voice growing quieter as he steps even closer to you, placing his hands lightly on your hips as he does so.

"Is that so?" You reply with a soft chuckle while leaning closer and placing your hands on his shoulders.

You didn't know what it was, but at that moment something was drawing you to him. You couldn't help but entertain whatever had gotten into him which had compelled him to be so bold towards you.

"Mhm," He mumbled as he moved one of his hands to your cheek, the skin on his palm was surprisingly warm, causing you to melt into his touch. Heat cast off of his body as he pulled you closer, your chest pressing against his.

Stiles's eyes darted from yours down to your lips as he continued to look at you. The air was filled with tension that radiated so powerfully of desire and longing that it clouded your better judgment.

"You really are gorgeous, you know that right?" Stiles murmured, as he tucked a strand of loose hair behind your ear. His deep hazel eyes continue to stare at you, admiring all of your features.

You felt your cheeks grow red as Stiles took your chin in his fingers, lifting your head up and forcing you to return his gaze as your face was now only mere inches away from his. As you finally looked into his eyes, you noticed a glimmer of primal hunger behind them.

Suddenly he took your lips in his, encasing them in a long and passionate kiss. He continued to merge his lips against yours as he moved his hand from your cheek to the back of your head, his hand gently tugging at your hair as he kissed you harder.

You opened your mouth slightly, allowing Stiles's tongue to enter and explore every inch of it. As he continued to taste you, you moved your hands to the back of his neck.

Stiles pulled away momentarily, pushing you against your bedroom wall before picking up where he left off, claiming your lips once more in a hungry kiss. He brought his hands on the back of your upper thighs, signaling you to wrap your legs around his waist.

One of his hands stayed on your ass, keeping you propped up on the wall while the other began to trail up your torso, going under your tank top and cupping your breast.

You moaned into his mouth, his touch sending shockwaves through your body. After hearing the noise, Stiles's arousal only grew greater causing him to harden against his jeans.

His fingers found their way to your nipple, pinching it lightly between his thumb and index finger. Stiles groaned while his tongue continued to tangle with yours as you arched your back into him.

Stiles pulled away, biting down on your bottom lip slightly as he did so. He opened his mouth to speak, his heart beating against your chest as he caught his breath after the heated kiss you both shared.

"You're all mine," He growled possessively, a grin playing on his lips as he turned his attention to your neck, kissing and marking it with hickeys as he made his way down to your collarbone. He bites and then sucks on your sensitive skin, causing you to moan out in pain and pleasure.

Eventually, he brought his head back up to the side of yours before whispering into your ear, "I need more of you," He pleaded while nibbling slightly on your earlobe.

His words sent a shiver down your spine, the ache between your legs growing more prominent. The tension in the room was electrifying as his eyes met yours.

"Whatever you need, I'll give it to you," You murmured softly.

Stiles grinned at you as if that was exactly what he had been waiting to hear you say. He encased your lips in one final kiss before carrying you to your bed.

ahhhh omg another stiles fic. Thought I should take a break from all the wholesomeness in my other fics with him 😜I'll start working on my requests now that I've finished this.

BTW THANK ALL OF YOU FOR ALL THE SUPPORT I'VE BEEN GETTING LIKE WHAT???? YOU GUYS ARE SO SWEET I'M LITERALLY ON THE FLOOR PASSING AWAY RIGHT NOW.

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