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Faith and Similar Revelations
| Stiles doesnât know about religion, but he knows where his faith is. [Established relationship; college relationship, implied smut MDNI 18+, acts of worship/body worship, religious subject matter] Stiles Stilinski (College!Stiles) Very much Sailor Song by Gigi Perez, but IB other Hozier songs obviously
Disclaimer!! This is not meant to offend religious people or to disparage religion. All religions, your opinions, and your beliefs are valid here.
This work belongs to me, lucky-punk-lemonade (Minte_Condition on AO3). I do not give anyone permission to distribute or share my work without consent.
Stiles worships your body. Not in a blatant way, though. Heâll zone out and hyper-focus on your stomach while he presses messy, open-mouthed kisses to your navel. His eyelids get heavy in that love-drunk way as he kisses your thighs and up your rib cage, up toward your chest. Even when youâre arching off the bed, writhing in pleasure, messy and babbling, heâs brushing your hair up so he can see your pretty face. Heâs studied so many religions alongside the supernatural, enjoying the perspective on them but not the insight gained through understanding. This helps him understand. The way your muscles contracted and your eyebrows furrowed. It was reverent, the way he cut the focus on his own pleasure so he could watch you shine. In a mortal way, you grabbed needily at the sheets and cursed, but in a way he never thought heâd witness in a college dorm; you smiled warmly with your eyes closed as he pulled your hips to his again and held your head up so he could keep admiring you, nothing short of praying to you.
He was so in over his head, he was so inexperienced, but you gave him a righteous grace in the way you moaned his name like he was doing something right, something good. Something worthy of that divine way your fingers played with his hair and your mouth kissed at his neck. And you let him. What he understood from his research, what always tied into the supernatural, was the humanity given to what people glorified. Compassion and beauty were human traits given to these beings. With every sign that you were human was more proof you were ethereal. He kissed you gratefully, content with never knowing if you were capable of bleeding like he bled. And itâs not like Stiles didnât think you were human, but it was so far out of his mind when his fingers messily traced your lips, and you kissed him. Like a real person, but magnifying what it meant. It mightâve been delusion that took over when heâd murmur praises. How you were so sweet and right and merciful andâŚ
You came in with that special kind of sanctitude. You were somehow human, somehow supernatural, and he understood how this had changed his mind. Regardless of religion, youâd made him better- happier-Â and he was going to be deserving. Devout. It felt like a privilege when youâd kiss him, and his breathing would get shallow like heâd break down crying from how much love and devotion he felt from it. It felt like youâd bless him in that sweet way, and youâd praise him for simple actions as your eyes fluttered. When you said his name, it was gratifying. It was a novelty, the way you clung to him even minutes after you'd stopped shaking from his veneration, whining, and fawning.
Youâd go half-limp because you knew heâd hold you up. And there he was holding you, saying, âCâmon, sweetheart. Gotta stay up fâme, let me see you.â In the only tone worthy of how pretty you looked, lolling your head with that exhausted grin. Heâd use that time to focus on his hands firmly cupping your waist. Flesh and blood that he could hold and feel. Heâd continue his ramblings, kneading at your hips distractedly as his eyes roamed indebtedly. Heâd desperately repeat phrases like "Thank you, sweetheartâ and âI love you, youâre so good to meâ until the pieces got stuck in his teeth, all while you were slowly deflating to a comfortable position by his side. As luck would have it, you succumb to the same constraints he did. Heâd listen when youâd breathe because when it fanned across his shoulder, he was reminded of what prevalent religionsâ humanâs first damning choice. How it was a choice, and then it was trust, and how heâd thank Eve for damning us all. Because if she had not, you might not have had the self-determination to choose him. While he didnât know if religion was morally justified, he understood why so many people could put faith in the idea and how it created what we needed. A monster and a savior. Humans were never this simple, never good or bad. You had redefined the standard. You were the standard. Good and bad were mortal words, just like the traits of compassion and beauty. He would never figure out religion or the greater cause or why things came to be and how theyâd end up, but he thanked Eve again for making the choice so, in some way, you had favored him. And youâd tell him he thinks too much when his mind is tired, and heâd tell you about his philosophy. But your hands were still in his hair, and he had found a light to fill his life with. The devoted looks didnât stop when you started talking about your schedule and plans, and he saw no less divinity in your voice as it complained about classes and reminded him he had found this in a girl whose notes he had to borrow for a class he couldnât stand.
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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:Â stiles stilinski x reader, smut, best friends to lovers, mutual pining, trying on lingerie, teasing, flashing, kissing
word count: 990
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âWho was at the door?â Stiles asked as your giddy form appeared in the doorway to your room once more.Â
âThe mailman,â you giggled, unable to contain your excitement, âand look!â
âYou got a package!â not getting as revved up in the excitement as you were, he nonchalantly pointed out the parcel in your palms, âoh, cool!â
âNot just any package, only the one Iâve been waiting about a billion years to arrive,â you shut the door behind you, gazing down at the bundle in your hands with heart-shaped eyes, âyou donât mind if I just try this stuff on right now, do you? I just donât know if I can wait till you leave.â
Discretely readjusting in his comfortable seat on your mattress, he waved a hand, âno, no, itâs fine.â
âReally? Great!â you squealed, digging your fingers into the opening of the package, âyou can help me see if any of it doesnât suit me or fit right, give you a little fashion show and everything.âÂ
âAlright, sure,â 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 couldnât stop yourself from springing back out, arms raised high above your head as you sang, âtada! What do you think?â
âWow, oh, wow,â you watched Stiles eyes grow wide as they landed on the extremely short nightgown hanging around your form, âthatâs-, thatâs-âŚâ
âItâs cute, isnât it?â you turned your back to your stunned friend to glance at yourself in the mirror, âthe floral pattern especially.âÂ
Gaze tracing your hands as they played with the tiny skirt, ây-yeah, it is,â you just barely managed to catch sight of his reflection discreetly move one of your pink pillows over his lap, âitâs good, you should definitely keep that one.â
You hadnât 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.Â
âWhat about this one?â you innocently observed the lingerie set in the long mirror, turning a bit to see how the high-waisted, black underwear hugged your bottom, âdo you think it fits alright?âÂ
Looking like a broken PlayStation 2 game youâd have to pull out and blow on, Stiles simply hummed, âhuh?â
âI just feel like if I jump around or bend over in this, the girls are just gonna spill out,â your nose crinkled as your fingertips ghosted over the cups of the matching bra.Â
âI mean,â he blinked hazily, âyou could test it out, if you want.â
Obliging twice, jumping gently in place, the squint to your eye didnât fade away as not only you observed how your boobs jiggled in the cups, âhm, I donât know, maybe one of the ones that has a different cut then this oneâŚâ
Peeping through the shy slivers of the bookcase, you bit down on your smirk as you watched the trouble youâd 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.Â
If this last one wasnât gonna do the trick, make the guy youâd had a crush on forever fess up and make a move, then you didnât know what would.
Pink, skimpy and sheer, your pebbly nipples werenât the only thing on full display as the see-through thong also made your puffy pussylips no secret to anyone.Â
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.Â
âT-that-, yeah,â his fluttering eyes were trained on your bare bottom, âthatâs nice.â
âYeah?â you still didnât dare to look at him, âyou think so?â
âMhm,â he nearly groaned.Â
Grazing your touch ever so lightly over the elastic edges, you uttered, âyou really think itâs pretty?â
âY-yeahâŚâ
âStiles,â you sucked in a deep breath and gathered up the courage through the pumping adrenalin of being so exposed before your crush, âcan I ask you something?â
âAnything,â flowed from his lips nearly instantly.
âWould you have sex with me?â
The room was dead silent a moment before Stiles choked, âwhat?â
âWould you fuck me?â you rephrased, still not looking back at him in the refection.Â
âWould I-⌠Iâm sorry, what?â
âWould you fuck me?â gnawing at your bottom lips, you finally turned to face him, âbecause I kinda really like you, like a lot,â your feet slowly carried you closer to where he sat, âand I donât know, Iâm 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, Iâm really sorry for everything. I thought youâd picked up on the hints Iâve been dropping for a while now and that you-â
âI do like you!â he rushed to cut off your concern, âI-I-, yes,â seizing your hand in his as he emphasized, âyes.âÂ
âYes or yes?â you asked, eyes flickering to the pillow hiding his own excitement.Â
âYes,â he nodded, swiftly tugging you down in his lap before you could withdraw your proposal.Â
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, âyou know, I could also just give you a handjob or blow you or something if youâre not-â
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 âoh my god, just shut up and let me screw my best friend.â
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Kinktober Day 5
starring: stiles stilinski x ftm!male reader
request: Stiles Stilinski rough fucking ftm!male reader and talking about how much he want you to get pregnant
warnings: smut, breeding, mention of male pregnancy, cursing, pussy eating, ftm!reader, slight overstimulation
he couldn't just go one day without touching your fine body, the moment you came over to his house after not talking to him all day because of your studies he was kissing all over your face and picking you up to take you to his bed.
not hiding his intentions of what he wanted to do to you right now "stiles no I just got off school im tired" you slowly push him off but he doesn't budge and goes right back to kissing you "don't worry you won't have to do anything I'll take care of it all for you baby" stiles reassured trailing his kisses down your abdomen to your crotch.
he deeply sniffed the growing wet spot in between your legs making you subconsciously close them but stiles prys them open "just a taste y/n" he pulled your pants down and off along with your underwear, admiring your beautiful pussy that's dripping with glory, diving into eating you out, his tongue thrusting in and out of you with hunger.
your hands instinctively finding his head to inter lock your fingers with his curls, he lifts your legs over his shoulder to trap his head between your legs (somewhere he wanted to always be) so he could continue outing out this sweet sweet cunt "oh fuck stiles ngh I'm gonna..." you tightened your grip on his hair as you back arched and sprayed your delicious arousal over his face.
"so fucking good, I could eat this all day" stiles chuckles sitting up on his knees and pulling you into his now naked crotch, his cock layed perfectly over your pussy, he begins slowly rubbing up your back and over your body, silently trying to convince you to go further "if we do it are you gonna stop pestering me" you chuckle and you see his eyes light up.
"yes yes yes" he furiously nods his head leaning down to kiss you, his kisses leading down your neck all the way back down to your pussy, your slickness acting as lube for him to easily slip in, him throwing his head back to the tightness of you, listening to your cute moan at the feeling of his cock all the way in and in a matter of no time stiles starts fucking you with no stop.
the sounds of skin on skin slapping and moans filling the room instantly, stiles fingers digging into your plush thighs as he lets out husky grunts though his thrusts, it felt so good to be in you he could fuck you from day to night and trust with how high his sex drive is and how horny he is he could definitely do it.
he was thinking of all the things he would do to you if he could get the chance "y/n" he asked through raspy breaths "yeah" you whimpered gripping the sheets tightly as stiles slammed his cock into your gummy walls over and over "I wanna get you pregnant" stiles says in a moment of vulnerability "you know guys can't get pregnant right stiles" you snicker but those are quickly shot back into moans "but what could be the harm in trying right" stiles flashes a smile through his thrusts "id like to see that" you say but quickly regret as stiles immediately starts going harder.
gripping your thighs tighter and tighter as he felt himself pump his first load into your sopping cunt, it felt so euphoric as he didn't stop and kept going, you tightening around him wanting more of his warm cum in you "fuck yes stiles right there" you whine feeling him hit just the right spot in you again and again with his cock, he loved the sounds of your moans, they were like fuel to keep him going and hopefully get you preggo.
"get pregnant, get pregnant, get pregnant" he muttered over and over hoping it would come to fruition, he wanted to live the rest of his life with you (and hopefully get to fuck that beautiful pussy everyday) with kids and you loved he thought like that but realistically that can't happen but that still wasn't going to stop him from emptying load after load into you hoping a baby would form and while lost in thought he didn't realize him dumping another load into you.
after hours of fucking your legs were shaking and you were breathless while stiles still kept going and going "stiles please stop" you plead feeling every part of your body weak "just one more baby and I'm done i promise" he said feeling his fifth or sixth load coming up and soon pumping into you before pulling out of your ruined hole, it overflowing with all of his cum, his cock twitching watching you weakly try to keep it in but fail and it drips all over the bed, hopefully that was enough baby batter.
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⊠freaks! â stiles stilinski
warnings; somnophilia (sex when one person is asleep), dubcon, handjob, minimal talking, slight dirty talk, squirting, unprotected sex, cream pie.
taglist; @normsdaughter-alt @f4yerite @skyesthebomb @love4ldr @slut4drudy @certified-stargirl @thievin-stealing @creepydollie
a/n; this was only edited once, so my apologies for the grammar and spelling errors bound to appear. hope yâall like đ
You sigh heavily, dragging yourself up the stairs to your boyfriends dorm room, backpack adding a weight to your already aching shoulders. Your eyes are heavy, sore from hours spent staring at your computer screen.
You smile at the students that pass you, looking equally as drained, exam season might just be the death of you.
Twisting the knob for stiles door, you slip in quietly, not bothering with the lights, letting your backpack hit the ground with a thump. You can hear sheets rustling as you creep towards his bed, blinking to see sleepy stiles smile up at you, you yawn quietly.
âHi baby, donât wanna wake youâ.
You shimmy out of your pants, kicking them towards the over spilling laundry basket in the corner, reaching under your shirt to unclasp your bra. Stiles scoots over opening the covers so you can slip in â enveloping you in his arms and duvet. It doesnât take long for you to drift off to sleep.
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You stir sometime after you fall asleep, blinking groggily, turning beneath the covers. Sweat has caused your shirt to cling to your bare skin, legs squishing together with an uncomfortable heat â pleasure stirring in the pit of your stomach. You frown, chewing your bottom lip, squinting in the darkness at stiles side profile. Moonlight cascades over his face, peeking through the blinds, just enough for you to see his peaceful face.
You fidget, fingers trailing down your shirt, toying with the hem. Skeptically you ponder your options, peeking at stiles under the covers, eyebrows knitting together as you trail down his toned torso, to the waistband of his sweats. What would he do?
Youâre careful as you reach over to his body, fingertips gentle, skimming over his abdomen. You watch his face for any kind of reaction, but he seems completely knocked out. Your knuckles slip into sweatpants, gasping at the lack of boxers, fingers immediately greeted by the thick base of his cock. You swallow thicky, drool pooling at the back of your throat. Heat stirs in the pit of your stomach, and you whine to yourself gently.
Shifting to your knees, you use your free hand to tug the covers down his body, tugging his cock free from the constraints of his sweats. You watch as his face shifts, lips parting in a tired huff, eyes still closed nonetheless. You jerk up his length, fist tightening around the head, precum beading out, slipping past your knuckles. Glancing to his face one again, you lean forward, trying your best to keep silent as you let spit gather on your tongue, before you spit onto his tip, flattening your palm against the slit, coating him in your saliva before you tug it down the rest of his length. By the third tug, he is hard in your palm, veins prominent as you continue to jerk him off. Wetness continues to pool in your panties, breath becoming heavy in your chest. Fingers curling around the thick base, you squeeze tightly, milking him, licking your lips as you cum dribble down his length, running over your knuckles.
Stiles whines under his breath, hips jutting into the air, pressing the side of his face into his pillow. His torso caves in. You flinch, glancing at his face, relieved to see his expression go lax again, eyes still kept closed. You let go of him, licking the drying cum from the back of your hand, humming under your breath.
Carefully maneuvering your legs over his, you place your hand on the wall in front of you, using your free one to tug your panties to the side, hovering over the tip of his cock. Nerves gather in the pit of your stomach, chewing your lip, you watch his face as you lower yourself down. The tip protrudes your hole, burning as you sink down, stretching with reluctance due to the lack of prep. The first noise stiles makes is a low and deep whine, eyes clenching together tightly, face winding up in pleasure. But he doesnât seem to wake. So you settle comfortably on his length, doing your best to keep quiet, evening your breath despite the feeling of his cock stretching you open.
Your pussy is so wet that when you rise up, and fall back down, it squelches, wetness coating the bare skin above his cock. Splashing out with every move you make, you start to lose your strength, already so close to cumming. You tug your shirt up your body, stuffing the fabric between your lips, muffling the grunts and groans from your lips. Blinking down at stiles face you canât help but whine out even louder at seeing his peaceful face twitch in pleasure, soft pants escaping his lips, fingers twitching by your knees on either side of his hips.
Trailing your free hand down your bare torso, you spread your labia folds wide, pinching your clit between your fingers, crying out at the feeling, knees buckling as an unexpected orgasm washes over your body, making you stumble forward as wetness spurts out around the base of his cock, covering your thighs and his sweats in the milky liquid.
This wakes him, a groan ripping from the back of his throat, hands clasping your hips, squeezing the meaty flesh, forcing you to stay in place.
âfuck baby, thought i was dreamingâ he groans into your hair, hips jutting up gently, making you cry out from overstimulation. he smooths his hands over the skin of your back, before he digs into your ass, kneading the soft skin, rocking you back and forth on his cock just enough to have you clenching around him.
you place your palms on his chest, lifting your body up just enough to be able to look in his eyes, lips forming a pout âwanted you bad, sorry babyâ squeezing your eyes tight in pleasure you let your body slump back into his embrace.
He hums thoughtfully, thrusting up into your cunt again, rocking his bed beneath your bodies. You whine into his chest, nails digging into the skin of his shoulders, spit staining his bare skin.
He continues his pace, ruthless, ignoring all the pleas you make, forcing you to babble nonsense into his chest, chuckling at your small voice inel between moans and crys of pleasure.
You can feel his cock pulsate, deep in your pussy, rocking against that spot that makes your eyes roll to the back of your skull. You shift your face to look up at him, tears welling along your lashes âstiles baby, im gonna cum againâ you warn, clenching when he coos down at you, fingers tangling in your hair, massaging your scalp in a gentle manner compared to the pace of his hips.
He sits your bodies up, cradling you in his hold, cock buried deeper between your walls, wetness gushing down his balls. You limply wrap your arms around his shoulders, kneeâs aching when you start to meet his thrusts, bouncing up and down on cock roughly.
Your pussy suctions around him like a vice, almost too tight to take him even still, but it makes it easier to feel every ridge and vein, the way he twitches and jumps inside of you, not as obvious on the outside but equally as gone as you from how his cock feels. He cradles your jaw, forcing your head back, mouth open wide, louds whines and whimpers filling the space of his dorm room. âWant you to cum baby, cream all over my cockâ his voice is gentle, way too sweet despite the crude words. It makes you cry out, rapidly nodding your head, slurring a string of âyesâ out before your body goes limp in his hold.
Your mind completely blanks, a ringing in your ears causes your head to pound, orgasm your knees give out, sending both of you back down to the mattress with a loud thud.
The only thing that brings you back is the grunts and moans stiles let out, warm seed spilling inside your pussy. You smack your lips, panting like a dog as you support yourself on shaky arms, blinking down at stiles as his eyes flutter open.
âShut the fuck up, freaks!â Comes from the other side of his wall, along with a pounding that makes the pens and other stationary on his desk rattle.
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SAW YOUR END. void stiles
description. it's hard not to give into the Nogitsune. he does have the face of your favorite person, after all
includes. DARK CONTENT 18+, SMUT 18+, SLIGHT DUBCON (r wants it but for safe measures), fem! reader, impact play, choking, degradation, stiles is possessed, forced impregnation, baby trapping (kinda), snowballing, reader is secretly in luv with stiles, implied that stiles is present, some angst, title from 'cherry waves' by deftones
wc: 4.5k+
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Heâs more intimidating up close than you wouldâve thought.Â
Youâve been telling yourself that if faced with the shell of your best friend, you could handle yourself. The Nogitsune doesnât fight. He plots, plans, weakens you with words alone. And you thought this was something you could control. No amount of taunts or insults or manipulation could catch you off guard.Â
But you somehow forgot that while he would slowly weaken your resolve, he would be wearing the face and body and voice of your best friend. You hadnât considered that this would make you weak in and of itself, heart already thudding loudly behind your chest when you saw those amber eyes, mouth dry when he spoke your name, hands shaking with the desire to meet him in the middle when he reached out for you.Â
You find yourself to be more fragile than you thought, lip quivering and eyes welling up when his gaze hardens instead of softens. Your entire body trembling when he starts his slow torture, words perfectly chosen to hit the spots of you that will be most affected.Â
Heâs unpredictable, possibly completely predictable if youâd been thinking with the parts of you that excelled in reason instead of the parts that excelled in emotion.Â
But his unpredictable nature leaks into his actions, his desires, as his taunts turn from ones to break you down to ones that are designed to have you as putty in his hands. Promises to give you your deepest desires, ones you were previously sure that no one other than yourself and your diary knew. Claims that he could fulfill your wishes if you would just give in.Â
It all sounds too good to be true, too simple and sweet and perfect. But again, rationale isnât your strong suit at this point, so youâre standing before him, chest pressed to his, sooner than you realize it.Â
Heads tilted, lips closing in on the others, tips of noses brushing until they poke at the others cheek as lips finally press together.Â
Chapped pillows against moisturized, teeth clacking and spit swapping. Itâs easy for you to forget that this is a trick, that this is all an elaborate scheme, while he kisses you like he wants it.Â
The Nogitsune kisses you as if heâs trying to actually devour you. He sucks your saliva up as it pools between your mouths, he licks around your mouth and tongues at your bones, his hands claw at your body to pull you tighter and closer to him until you can feel the muscle tone of Stilesâ body.Â
The grip he has on your waist ââ slightly conservative as he almost refuses to venture down to your lower back ââ has you stumbling, leaving your hands with nowhere else to go other than Stilesâ shirt.Â
Stiles has worn this shirt many times before, the cotton relaxed around his muscles. But in the short time that the Nogitsune has been present in it, itâs become distressed, tiny tears in both of the shoulders, the color a little dull from what you can tell.Â
The tears in the fabric have your hands pressing against Stilesâ bare skin while they fumble along the material. You flinch at the first press, surprised at just how chilled his skin is.Â
In comparison, you feel like youâre on fire.Â
Your body burns where he touches you, yet the parts his form doesnât reach is unbearably cold, similar to his own body. You need him everywhere and nowhere all at once. You want what he can give you and resent the idea simultaneously.Â
Two wars raging in your mind, knocking around your head until you have a pressure and a fog that demands your attention.Â
Instead, you focus on reality.Â
You focus on the bulge that presses against denim to reach you. You focus on the thigh coming between yours. You focus on the damp feeling in your shorts, pressed warmly against your cunt.Â
Stilesâ thigh presses against your center and you sigh contentedly, eyebrows relaxing from their cinched position as you subtly start to submit in the Nogitsuneâs hold. He breathes in when you breathe out, taking in every breath that you let out like youâre feeding them to him. He groans when you groan, echoing you.Â
Youâre lost in his movements, trying to decipher why he does what he does while also trying to enjoy the feeling, creating too much for your head to handle, and suddenly ââ without realizing it ââ youâre walking backwards, legs bumping into your bed, knees bending and body falling back to thud against the mattress.Â
The Nogitsune doesnât follow you. Instead, he stands at the edge, looking down at you. His eyes are dark and empty as they stare at your body from head to toe. Suddenly, youâre self conscious about his opinion, your tiny brain convincing you that the opinion of the Nogitsune correlates to that of Stiles. You shrink in on yourself, legs glued together at the knee, drawing up to your chest as you attempt to hide.Â
The Nogitsune isnât having it.Â
He tuts, the bed dipping at the end under his weight as he kneels. Two rough and large hands find your bare knees and you shiver, both thankful and regretful that youâd decided on your smallest pair of shorts for the night as youâd previously been completely unaware and unable to guess that your night would take a turn like this.Â
âDonât hide from me.â Itâs an order, one you wouldnât dream of disobeying, fear of what would happen if you did preventing you from doing so. Either way, heâs spreading your legs open himself as he says it until theyâre wide enough to welcome him in.Â
He takes your forced spread as an invitation from you, shuffling forward until heâs completely situated between your legs. The Nogitsuneâs hands press into the pillow beneath you, strong forearms belonging to Stiles caging you in. He stares down at you, analyzing your reaction as he slots one thigh between both of yours, the other resting on the outside of your left leg.Â
âPretty little thing like you,â he says, head tilting as his analyzing gaze shifts to one that resembles amazement. Wonder, even.Â
âInnocent. An angel. Would never hurt a fly.â Heâs spitting the words out now as if he doesnât believe them.Â
His eyes narrow, glazing over as if heâs not paying attention to you anymore, and then he blinks and youâre the main focus once more. âThatâs what heâs telling me. Heâs trying to get out, you know. Trying to convince me to stop. Heâs begging.â He takes a second, eyes calculating as he watches you for a reaction.Â
You think you donât give him one, but thereâs one hidden in the minute shifts of your features.Â
âBut you donât want that, do you?â He comes to a conclusion. âYou donât want me to stop. If you did, you wouldnât be humping my leg like a bitch in heat.â And you are, your hips having a mind of their own as they push and pull against the material on his legs.
You hadnât even noticed it was happening, too busy taking in his words as if theyâre a form of hypnosis. Maybe they were, because itâs not until he points out your mindless hip movements that youâre fully aware of them, hands clutching at the Nogitsuneâs sides as you start to pleasure yourself.Â
âWant me to please you?â His voice is sickly sweet, a teasing pout on his lips, his eyes faux soft and his thick eyebrows lifted. You know heâs mocking you, itâs evident in his voice and face. But youâre already submitting, wanting just that, and telling him with a sincere nod. âYeah?â He shouldnât sound as hot as he does, and you shouldnât be as horny as you are. But at this point, youâre pushing aside nearly all of your morals, deciding instead to completely give in.Â
âYes. Please, Void.âÂ
His face twists into one of surprise at the nickname. âIs that what you all call me? âVoidâ.â You stop, fearing youâd angered the usually cool headed Nogitsune. Until he smiles, slight but enough to be seen, and his hands slide down to your cunt.
âIs that what youâll call me when I bring you to completion?âÂ
Another nod from you, your hips starting to squirm with impatience. Youâre not above begging, as youâve proven time and time again tonight, but thereâs no need.Â
Void slides his hand down to the waistband of your shorts, separating the elastic from your skin enough to slide his hand beneath the thin layer.Â
Youâre not wearing any panties, something about minimal layers being good for vaginal health. In reality, few layers is best for easy access, proven with the way Void easily slides two fingers through your slit, pushing your lips apart to let you feel the cool air against your center.Â
Goosebumps raise along your skin, your bedroom suddenly colder than it was before.Â
âSo fucking wet.â His words are nothing but an observation, heâs quite frankly pointing out the obvious. Thereâs no hidden meanings or underlying intentions woven between the syllables. Itâs straightforward.Â
And thatâs probably why youâre so embarrassed about it.Â
You try to close your legs, shy away from Void, but of course he doesnât let you.Â
He uses his free hand to push your knees apart, holding one of them down while his occupied hand flexes as he slides his two fingers down to tease your entrance.Â
âYou canât hide from me, sweet thing. You know that, donât you?â This is full of a double meaning. You feel the weight of the words as you start to surrender even more, body weighted into the mattress while Void slides Stilesâ middle finger into your fluttering walls.Â
Thereâs barely any reaction, not much of a stretch nor enough stimulation to give you much. So Void adds a second, pushing your walls apart while he inserts.Â
You hiss, hands instinctively going down to wrap around Voidâs wrist. He doesnât swat your hands away. He lets you wrap your fingers around his wrist, and his eyebrows raise as he waits for you to make a move.Â
You donât.Â
Your hand limply sits curled around a slender wrist, not tight enough to really do anything at all.Â
Void continues his slow torture, setting a pace for his fingers that leaves so much to the imagination.Â
What would it be like faster? Could you hear the squelch that way? Do you want it faster? Since that would inevitably bring you to the end at a speed that would easily have you unfulfilled and desiring more.Â
Thereâs not much room to think more, however, when Void starts lowering himself, eyes trained on yours while his head steadily moves down.Â
When heâs above your navel, he presses a kiss right below it, and then his other hand digs into the elastic of your shorts to pull them down. Youâre left bare, open, save for Voidâs fingers momentarily filling you up.Â
âDo you taste as good as you look? Hm?â he asks you, voice low and teasing. Completely unaware of the answer, you choose to not answer at all. But Void is determined, pulling his fingers out of you and floating them over to your mouth.Â
Your lips part easily, without any verbal prompting from him. He slips the digits in, and lets you suck, dark eyes trained on your mouth while you clean the pale skin.Â
His eyebrows raise to prompt you to answer his question.Â
âWhy donât you see for yourself?â Itâs snarky, but spoken like youâve said the sweetest, most innocent thing in the world, words almost dainty as they saunter out in a single file line from your lips.Â
He hums, eyes squinting as his lips raise in something that looks like admiration. âGot a mouth on you.âÂ
And then his hands are holding your thighs open as he slots his face between your legs.Â
The first lick is slow, his tongue flat as he confidently traces it from just above your asshole to just above your clit.Â
You gasp, not expecting that wide of a trail, and then you melt.Â
Voidâs fingers presses into your thighs as he situates them over his shoulders, giving him the perfect position to devour.Â
Which, he does.Â
You donât know how you expected a dark spirit with thousands of years of age over you to give head, but any expectation you would have had wouldnât have been nearly as good as it is.Â
None of the previous âbest head youâve ever hadâ exists in this room. In this space. In this moment. No conscious thoughts about the possible repercussions youâll face from finally having Stilesâ head between your thighs, but in the most unconventional way. Nothing exists outside of Stilesâ mouth on your cunt, Void driving his actions as pleasure that knocks the breath out of you is introduced to your system.Â
Your eyes stick to the ceiling, or they close, fear that if you look down youâll either cum too fast and cease the best moment of your life, or youâll be wracked with guilt when poised with Stilesâ eyes peering up at you.Â
But of course, Void wonât let you off that easily.Â
His command to look at him is so strong that you donât even consider disobeying it. Instead, you stare down at him, eyes finding his like opposite ends of a magnet. You prepare for that guilt to make you physically sick. You prepare to get uncomfortably turned off and recoil in on yourself instead of spreading your legs wider for Void.Â
It doesnât come.Â
Instead, you feel weirdly comforted, back arching further and your hand confidently coming down to thread through Stilesâ waves, the dark hair beginning to stick to his forehead with the physical exertion.Â
Void pulls Stilesâ lips from your center, rosy-pink glistening before he licks them clean. You notice Stilesâ cheeks are turning a similar color and itâs then that something switches in your head.Â
Suddenly, you see Stiles instead of the Nogitsune. It doesnât help when youâre sent a smile that feels soft and familiar.Â
Youâre pushed out of your daze by the grate of his voice.Â
âI bet youâre pretending Iâm him, arenât you?âÂ
He licks up your cunt once more, another long stripe that collects your pooled arousal just before he sucks at your clit.Â
âWanna scream his name while I make you cum? Hm?â Itâs wrong, but you do.Â
You nod, the movement small and shy as you wiggle your hips to demand attention. He gives in, pressing his lips back to your sensitive nerve endings. You start to chase your orgasm, grinding your hips against Voidâs face as you begin to imagine itâs Stiles between your legs instead. Itâs easy to do, especially when his face is shoved in your pussy.Â
Stilesâ name falls from your lips with a stutter at first, unsure from your tongue as you test it. Void shakes his head. âSay it like you mean it,â he tells you before diving back in.Â
He bares his teeth and nips on the bud, giving way for the name of the face he wears to push from your chest with more assurance this time.Â
Itâs the same name you moan when Void pushes you over the edge with his mouth alone.
With the post orgasm haze over your mind, bleeding into your body, itâs easier for you to see Stiles more than the Nogitsune.Â
His face relaxed, the light in your room brightening his dark eyes. His lips pink and swollen and glistening, spreading into a satisfied smile as your breathing starts to level out.
Logic attempts to remind you that no matter how similar they look, this isnât Stiles. But when Void softens his eyes, his hands shake a little at your side, and his smile lacks cockiness, itâs easier than it should be for you to forget. Itâs easy for you to look past the pale skin and purple under eyes and messier-than-it-should-be hair and instead see your best friend. The guy youâve been pining after since middle school.
âYouâre prettier than you know.��� Void presses a soft kiss to your inner thigh, close to the junction of your pelvis and limb. The action shoves you back to reality, putting you in that post-orgasmic euphoric haze. Â
âToo pretty for him.â Another kiss. âShould keep you close to me, shouldnât I?âÂ
Maybe thereâs something else affecting you other than your post-orgasm haze, because the thought starts to sound not so bad. You try to nod, but your body is heavy. Youâre tired, but your body wants more.Â
Shamelessly, you start to grind, a pathetic attempt of receiving friction from perhaps the air, since thatâs the only thing youâre getting. You feel drunk, confused, and incredibly horny.
A frustrated groan falls from your lips, Void replying in a chuckle.Â
âWhat? You want more?âÂ
You muster your strength to nod, and you canât see it, but you look like the prettiest fucked out thing.Â
Hair messy atop your head, lips swollen and slick and pouty, eyes glazed over and it looks like youâll cry if Void turns down your advances. He briefly considers doing so, just to fuck with you, see what youâre like at your weakest, but he figures thereâs another way to get you to that point.Â
Voidâs hand slides up your torso, palm wide and calluses rough against your soft body. He rises as he does so, hand cupping your jaw, face hovering over yours as he brings your attention solely to him. You blink dumbly, waiting for his next move.Â
âYou know Iâm gonna need something from you, too, baby, right? And not just those pretty sounds you make when you cum.â You stare at him, feeling like itâs all you've been doing this entire encounter. But there are no words, nothing for you to say to him.Â
You lick your lips and it takes longer than it should for a response to form in your head, each word appearing one at a time. âWhat ⌠do you need?âÂ
He kisses the side of your neck and then his hand slides down to rest over the area. You stay still, breath sitting in your chest, unmoving.Â
He sucks in a breath himself, as if heâs taunting you with how relaxed and unphased he is. Suddenly, you begin to feel like trapped prey.Â
âI need to hurt you, honey.â He tilts his head, eyes scanning over your body, calculating. âNot a lot, just enough to feed myself.â His grip on your throat seems to get tighter, more secure. âThatâs okay, right?âÂ
Youâre dumb. So fucking dumb and clueless and desperate.Â
Because youâre nodding, hand pathetically circling Stilesâ wrist when pressure is applied to the sides of your throat.Â
âThatâs a good girl.â He kisses your forehead, and then your cheek is struck.Â
You gasp, the sound is an instinct from your body. It forces you to breathe, and the airflow combined with the sting from your cheek feels good. You wonder if theyâll be a mark tomorrow, and the thought excites you instead of worries you.Â
You donât consider the lie youâll have to tell Scott or Lydia. You donât think about how youâll potentially feel looking in the mirror in the morning. All you think about is how you want Void to do it again.Â
Especially when he looks like this while he does it: Veins along his arms and neck turning black as he seemingly takes the pain, not away like Scott can, but as Void takes your pain he adds to it. Multiplies it, even.Â
Itâs not filled with gloom, nor despair, but thereâs something heavy that feels vaguely uncomfortable from the lack of attention, like an itch that needs to be scratched.Â
You need more.Â
Void seems to sense this.Â
âOn all fours,â he instructs you, hand leaving your neck to allow you to do as told.Â
Thereâs the sound of shuffling, not just from you. Metal against metal, fabric against fabric. More shuffling, the added weight against the bed is gone, and then hands are pulling you back towards the edge.Â
Thereâs barely any wait, any anticipation, before your walls are forcibly stretched.Â
You wish you could see it, maybe if you were doing it in missionary, but beggars truly canât be choosers and youâre perfectly fine with taking what you can get.Â
Void is at least a few inches deep before you consider the option of protection. You bring it up to him, glancing over your shoulder and your voice wobbling as you say it.Â
Void tuts as if heâs disappointed, shaking his head.Â
âYou donât want his babies?â He speaks through a pout, the epitome of condescending. âDonât want to be the whore with her crushâs seed festering in her womb? âCause I think you do.âÂ
His hand presses flat against the middle of your back, pressing you down into the mattress, leaving you with your ass up.Â
Void bottoms out completely, a hiss sounding through your teeth as you try to adjust as quickly as you can.Â
He doesnât give you much grace, instantly setting a pace that has you gasping, pornographic sounds slipping from between your lips. Itâs nearly exactly as youâd imagined it, loud with the squelches of you and Void combining in the purest way possible. But itâs dirty, fast and lacking any neatness or grace.Â
He fucks you just as you expected from him: Mercilessly, with little to no concern for how you feel.Â
As if to emphasize this, he spanks you, the clap loud to the point where it seems fake. But the sting left behind on your left ass cheek begs to differ.Â
Itâs not long before his thrusts become erratic, most likely from the build up of the entire ordeal. A lack of rhythm becomes present as he fucks you harder, with more intention behind each aggressive snap of his hips into yours. Youâre sent further and further into the mattress as he does so, your lips pressing against your definitely sodden sheets. You attempt to maneuver your head to where he can hear you, a plea for him to cum anywhere but inside of you desperately climbing up your throat.Â
But it gets stuck behind your mouth. Voidâs hand presses into the back of your head, forcing your face into the sheets, and just when you feel as if you canât breathe, his hand wraps around your throat and he pulls you up, your back against his chest.Â
His chin sits on your shoulder, his lips brush your earlobe as he speaks.Â
âGonna cum in you, yeah? Fill you with little Nogitsune babies. Be a lot better than the little weaklings he would give you. Bet you would look so pretty carrying my kids. Tits all swollen,â his free hand circles around your waist at this point, climbing up to pinch an already sensitive nipple between his pointer and thumb.Â
You hiss, attempting to recoil away from the clamp. Thereâs nowhere for you to go, completely closed in by Void in all places. Heâs still in you, rock hard and hot and fucking up into your walls with a depth that stings, his tip not too far from your cervix. His body is around you, arms circled around you, hands at your neck and stomach, pressing you back against him.Â
You couldnât escape even if you wanted to. And with another orgasm brewing low in your belly, you want the opposite. Itâs hard to admit, and itâs not like you will ever admit it, but you have the sudden craving for Void to fill you up.Â
You whine, pretending to be disinterested by the thought he puts in your head. But Void continues speaking, voice heavy and a little slurred as he continues to take the pain heâs inducing.Â
âFeel so good around me. Itâs like this is how it was supposed to be. You and him. Maybe you two were made for each other.â He chuckles cruelly, almost taunting you with the idea. You have to bite back a sob because that sounds so nice, but it seems impossible after this.Â
You canât imagine Stiles ever wanting to be with you after this.Â
âHe wants that, too, you know. But âs not gonna happen when Iâm here.â He kisses your cheek, and it would be romantic in any other situation.Â
You canât even consider the idea of romance when Voidâs hand squeezes at your throat and his voice drops a few octaves as he tells you: âYouâre mine.âÂ
His hand slides from your tit to between your thighs, two fingers circling your clit rapidly, meant to send you over the edge. You do so a few moments later, satisfied that he hadn't made you beg while your body completely relaxes until you let out a sound that is practically inhuman.Â
Itâs a mix between a growl and a moan and a sob. You sound like a wounded animal. And while Void cums in you, you feel like one too.Â
He lets you go, allowing you to collapse face first into your bed.Â
Both of you are still for a moment, Void's heavy body atop of yours as you both lay limply on your mattress. Of course, he moves first, separating from you and letting you lay there in silence.
Thereâs no tranquility, no comfort, just thick silence.Â
Youâre spent, fucked out as you attempt to catch your breath.Â
Itâs almost impossible to do so when Void lifts your hips a little and then presses his tongue flat against your entrance. You gasp, experiencing too much too soon, and again attempt to thrash away. He holds you still, strong hands holding you up as his lips pucker around your hole. He sucks, and it becomes clear to you that heâs retrieving his own cum from inside of you.Â
When heâs finished, he flips you over and goes to your mouth, and itâs shameful that you still donât have to be asked to open. You do it automatically, lips parting as Void presses his to yours. The swap is disgusting, both in taste and texture, but you lose yourself in the messiness of the kiss.Â
By the time Void pulls away, thereâs drool and cum from both of you sliding down your chin. He smiles at the sight, gently tapping your cheek before doing the same with a much harder slap on your abused cunt.Â
This time, you donât recoil, or writhe away, or even make a sound. Youâre completely submissive, the only indicator of the pain being the way your stomach flexes.
Void grins, satisfied with how heâs made you. You expect more from him. Youâre expecting him to tug his dick back up, so youâre sat watching him dumbly as he mechanically redresses.
You donât move, too tired to do so, just blinking languidly while pale skin is recovered.
Just before Void leaves, he tells you: âIâm not done with you.â
And itâs both a threat and a promise. One you hope he keeps.
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Day #10 | fingering | Stiles Stilinski.
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The kiss was clumsy but heated, you were straddling him. His hands running from your waist to your ass like always, squeezing it and pulling you to him. Your hand took one of his and guided it to your clothed pussy. You felt the shiver that passed through his body and he broke the kiss.
âI-I've never done thatâ he said nervous of what you could say to him.
âIt's okay, I can guide you if you want to tryâ you smirked and caressed his cheek.
âreally?â he asked.
âmh-hmâ you hummed in approbation.
"then yes, l-let's do itâ. You could notice that he was still nervous, it was cute.
You took his hand and guided it under your panties, separating your lips and leading him to your clit. âthere. Move your finger in slow circlesâ, he did as you said, looking down and then at you multiple times to make sure he was doing it fine. âfuck, just like thatâ you moaned. You could feel the bulge between his legs grow harder. His movements went a bit faster, stealing another moan from you. He was doing it so good, but you needed more.
You took stiles hand and guided his fingers to your entrance, he gave you an questioning look, you just nodded and he sunk one finger inside you slowly, not wanting to hurt you. He started pumping slowly, barely brushing your g-spot.
âStilesâ You whined, he didn't knew but that was torture.
âwhat? Did I do something wrong?âhe asked stopping the movements.
âno just, do it harder, fasterâ you said and he nodded doing it as you told him. âoh fuck! Curl your fingersâ you moaned and he did it.
His movements were hard, pounding into you with confidence, and when he felt your moans get lower he put another finger inside you, making you squirm at it. âyou like it?â he groaned. He loved hearing you moan for him
âmh-hm, I love itâ you cried out. Your legs already shaking in anticipation. âGod sake, don't stop!â
Stiles wanted to try something he saw in video one night and with his thumb he throbbed your clit, pressing lightly.
You hugged him trying to hold on this world. With his other hand stiles took your chin and kissed you. His tongue swirling with yours, swallowing all your moans. âfuck Stiles! I-I'm g-gonna- ahh!â you couldn't finish your sentence when you came all around his fingers.
âholy shitâ he whispered trying not to move his hips against yours.
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Kinktober âď¸ Day 20
Word Count: 3.1K Paring: Stiles Stilinski x Fem!Reader Prompt @kinktober2023: Foodplay WARNINGS: SMUT 18+ (minors DNI), food play, oral (male and female receiving)
Summary:Â Stiles Stilinski is forgetful. Everyone knows that, but no one more than his girlfriend (Y/N). There have been far too many occasions where the boy has forgotten special events or details for her to be mad when he fails to mention they have only one afternoon to bake a hundred cupcakes for a bake sale. And, instead of growing angry, she goes down a sweet turn.
A/N: I should be ashamed how long it has taken me to finish this damn series, but at least we are one step closer. Hopefully I finish before october đŤŁđŤŁ
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In hindsight, volunteering to make a hundred cupcakes for a fundraising bake sale wasnât the best idea. Even if it was for the lacrosse team, it sort of ended in disaster. Sweet, sweet disaster.Â
It was the first time since Stiles had been on the team that the lacrosse Cyclones had made it to the state competition, and they were not ready for the financial toll it would take. Since Jackson had left the school, most of the sports teams had their budgets slashed, as the Whittmores felt no need to continue contributing to their sonâs extracurriculars.Â
However, the kids at Beacon Hills High School were nothing if not resilient, and they were determined to get the team to Santa Barbara.Â
Somehow, the idea of a bake sale made its way to the top of the fundraising list, and everyone and their mother had to come up with an item to bring to the school. Somehow, Stiles had roped him and (Y/N) into baking a hundred cupcakes by Monday morning, and it just so happened that it was Sunday afternoon.Â
It wasnât the first time Stiles had gotten them in a pressing situationâmost times, it was more life and death, but nevertheless, still pressing. The worst part was, heâd only just told his girlfriend two hours before they had to get to work. The pair had quite a long night ahead of them. Not that (Y/N) wasnât used to it.Â
If the girl ever said that Stiles forgetting crucial details was a sporadic event, sheâd be lying. In the years they had known each other, it had become a staple in their relationship. Even when they were only friends, sheâd had to make sure anything they were meant to do was told to her first, or else sheâd only find out when it was too late.
(Y/N) didnât mind, though. She understood that the boyâs brain had always been riddled with far too many thoughts, and juggling it all could be quite frustrating. Thatâs why, when he woke her from her Sunday morning sleep-in, she simply said sheâd shower, change, and head to his house. The girl knew he hadnât done it in malice, so there was no point in being angry at him. At least he had remembered.Â
Thankfully, the journey wasnât long since all she had to do was walk to the house next door. But she did notice the lack of a sheriff cruiser on the driveway. Only Stilesâ blue Jeep stood there, a layer of dirt gathered on the paint. Not only were they meant to bake a hundred cupcakes and decorate them, but they had to do it by themselves. And (Y/N) could only laugh at the situation.Â
âStiles, Iâm here,â she called out as she walked into his house as she had done a million times before. âI hope youâve already gotten started.â
âWell, about that,â he chuckled awkwardly. It wasnât until the girl walked into his kitchen that she saw he had only gone as far as getting the groceries they needed. âI didnât know where to start, so I was waiting for you to get here.âÂ
âThis is gonna be a long night, huh?â she sighed with a smile as the boy nodded. âAlright then. Letâs get to work.âÂ
In a matter of minutes, (Y/N) had set a game plan for the pair. She divided the ingredients into four stations for the four flavors theyâd be doing, making sure that each recipe was visible and easy to follow. The last thing they needed were more setbacks. They only had so many hours to do 25 cupcakes of each flavor and make sure they were cool enough to be decorated. Everything had to be done precisely as written.Â
And for the first couple of hours, it had worked. Stiles and (Y/N) were working together like a well-oiled machine. While one mixed, the other served. While one set the timer, the other cleaned. It was all coming together nicelyâtoo nicely.Â
It was only a matter of time before disaster struck.Â
Stiles had started to grow angsty with the repetitive tasks, his veins itching for more spontaneity. He knew he had brought this upon himself. Worse even, he had brought it upon (Y/N) as well, who, for some reason, never seemed annoyed with his constant brain scatters. Since he had known her, she had always been understanding of the way his brain worked. Where others would have chastised or criticized him, she took the time to ground him. It had been one of the many reasons he found himself falling in love with her. No matter how many times he would screw up, she was always supportive and sympathetic, finding ways to help him rather than bring him down.Â
And that afternoon was no different.Â
They were merely done with the vanilla cupcakes when Stiles had begun to grow bored. (Y/N) had instructed him to put away the dirty bowls and whisks used for that flavor before they started on the chocolate ones, but all he could think about was the chocolate syrup he had bought to drizzle on top of the dessert. His mind filled with some very unhygienic ways he could use the sweet liquid and where he could use it.Â
Suddenly, as though she had been reading his mind, the girl took the bottle and let it stream into her mouth. A few drops landed on her chin, and she wiped them up with her fingers before popping the digits back into her mouth. There was no subtext to it. Just a girl enjoying chocolate syrup.Â
But in Stilesâ everything was different. Wind was blowing her hair back, the lights had dimmed, and sensual music played in the background, all in slow motion. He was turned away from (Y/N) at the sink when he felt his erection press against the zipper of his pants, making for a very uncomfortable position as he washed the dishes. Stiles moved his legs from side to side, pressing his knees together as he searched for some much-needed friction.Â
But to (Y/N), he looked like he had been holding his pee in for the past few hours. âIf you have to go to the bathroom, you can, Stiles,â she chuckled as she slithered her arms around his waist, grinning as he stiffened under her touch. âI donât mind cleaning this up.âÂ
âOh, uh, thatâs not it,â he stammered awkwardly. âI donât really have to pee.âÂ
âYou can take a break if you want, then,â she said. âI know this is not the most thrilling task. At least, not compared to chasing down supernatural creatures. But you still made the compromise, so we have to get this done tonight.âÂ
âYeah, I know,â he continued fidgeting. His front was pressed against the counter, trying his best to keep his hardening bulge from her sight. âI just need a second.âÂ
(Y/N) noticed the way Stiles froze against the counter, not even turning to give her a kiss on the cheek like he normally did. Instead, he washed the same bowl three times before noticing that he had yet to take another dish. His legs were pressed together, and his knees buckled back and forth in search of⌠friction, she realized. Her boyfriend was sporting a raging hard-on while they baked cookies.Â
She couldnât fathom what about their situation had turned him on. They were covered in flour from their hair to their clothes, they had been standing for a couple of hours, and they hadnât as much as touched hands since they had begun working. But the sweet taste in her mouth reminded her of what she had done only a few minutes before. The image of (Y/N) dripping chocolate into her mouth sparked a vivid picture in the boyâs head, and he succumbed to his wild imagination.Â
Any other girl would have ignored their boyfriendâs problem and focused on their long task. They had no time to waste, and certainly not many ingredients to spare. But (Y/N) wasnât any other person, and she couldnât let such a moment pass her by. For that split second, she thanked her lucky stars the Sherriff had gone to work, and the couple had the whole house to themselves. Things were about to get messy, and the carpet in his bedroom was hard to clean.Â
âAre you, by chance, turned on right now, baby?â (Y/N) purred in his ear as she ran her hands up his chest. âAre you seriously thinking about sex when we have so much to do?âÂ
âI, uh, well, you know,â he stammered. âThings happen.â
âAnd what happened, Stiles?â she continued, sliding her hands now downward and landing on his cock. She squeezed it softly, chuckling as he whined at the touch. âWhat got you all hot and bothered?âÂ
âOh, uh, n-nothing really,â he replied. (Y/N) unhanded him then, allowing him to let out a breath of relief. âYou know us teenage boys and our hair-thin trigger.â
âRight,â the girl said. âTurn around, Stiles.â
âIâm quite good here,â Stiles chuckled awkwardly. âI just need a minute.â
âStiles, baby,â she called. âTurn around. I need to see you.
Once he did, he regretted not turning around sooner. Behind him, (Y/N) stood in nothing but her underwear, a mischievous grin adorning her face. In one hand, she held the bottle of syrup that had started it all. In the other, a can of whipped cream. And all Stiles could do was groan as his already painfully hard erection pressed against the seam of his jeans.Â
âW-what are you doing, (Y/N)?â he swallowed hard. âWe, uh⌠you, uhâŚâÂ
âI told you, babe,â she smirked. âYou need a break.âÂ
Stiles didnât need to be told twice as he crossed the room to reach her. He took the image of her in, running his eyes from her head to her toes, as though he had never seen her in that way before. And, well, to him, thatâs what it always felt like. (Y/N) was everything he had ever dreamed of, and most of the time, he felt like he had fallen asleep and never woken up when he was with her.Â
âYou seem very intrigued by this bottle of chocolate, Stiles,â she teased, giggling softly as he placed his hands on her hips. âIs there something you wanna tell me? Maybe a little kink weâve never explored before.âÂ
âI didnât know I had it until today,â the boy confessed. âThe thought just popped into my head, and now, well, itâs all Iâve been able to think about.âÂ
âSo, what do you want to do with this, baby?â (Y/N) whispered as she wrapped her arms around his neck. âTell me what you want.âÂ
A groan escaped Stiles as she pressed her body against his, his hands exploring the exposed skin of her hips. The cupcakes were long forgotten, and all he could focus on was the excitement he felt to fulfill the fantasy he had dreamed of only a few minutes before. âWhatever you want,â he said. âI donât care where you use it as long as I get to lick it off your body.âÂ
âYouâre giving me so much freedom,â she smiled. âHope you donât regret it later.âÂ
âI donât think I could ever regret anything that has to do with you, babe.âÂ
âWell then, letâs start you off slow.â (Y/N) unhanded Stiles before letting a stream of chocolate fall into her mouth, allowing a bit to drip down her chin and neck. âOh, no! Iâve made a mess of myself.âÂ
Laughing at her overexaggerated acting, Stiles licked his lips before running his tongue from her neck up to her chin, reveling in the taste of her skin mixed with the chocolate. Mixing food with sex had never been something he had thought to do, but after the first taste, he wondered why it had taken him so long to do so.
The way (Y/N) sighed as he licked away the liquid made his cock twitch in his pants, yearning for a touch he knew would take time. And he didnât mind. Especially after his girlfriend removed her bra and let the bottle of syrup drip down her chest, exciting him even further.Â
He seemed like a starved man as he feasted on the girlâs breasts, making sure not a single drop of chocolate was left. He lapped at her skin, traveling the expanse of her chest before landing on the hardened peaks of her breasts. He nipped and sucked as he teased her, chuckling softly as she moaned and threaded her fingers through his hair. Chocolate on (Y/N)âs skin shouldnât have excited him as much as it did, but he would risk a cavity if it meant tasting her this way every chance he got.Â
Even though (Y/N) had been the one to initiate contact, it didnât take long for Stiles to take control of the situation. As he kissed his way down her stomach, he hooked his fingers through the elastic of her underwear and pulled it off until she was completely exposed to him. Then, he took the bottle from her hand and let it drip on her skin until it reached her cunt. His eyes were trained on the drops of brown that stained her body, watching as it slowly moved.Â
Before it could reach the ground, Stiles licked it up, groaning as he tasted her wetness mixed with the sweetness of the chocolate. If he had ever questioned what the nectar of the gods tasted like, after that afternoon, heâd gotten his answer. He lapped at her core like a starving man, acting as though she was his first and last meal.Â
(Y/N) braced herself with the counter behind her as Stiles hooked one of her legs on his shoulder for better access to her cunt. He teased her clit with his tongue, the syrup long gone but the sweetness forever lingering. He circled the bundle of nerves with the tip, applying just enough pressure to have her panting and moaning.Â
âFuck, baby,â she groaned. âIâm so close.â
All Stiles could do was send vibrations through her body with a chuckle. He wanted her to come undone in his mouth, to have her knees buckle under the weight of the orgasm he was giving her. Because, regardless of where he was lacking, the Stilinski boy was always giving.Â
He was relentless in his pursuit of her climax, sucking and flicking, waiting for the tell-tale signs that she was reaching her end. Signs that werenât too far behind as he continued his attack. She threaded her fingers back into his hair, pulling at the strands while she pushed his head tight against her until, with a loud shriek of his name, she came.Â
She pulled him to his feet as she recovered, crashing her lips onto his. She tasted herself in his mouth and moaned at the mix with the chocolate. âThat wasâŚ,â the girl panted with a laugh. âWho knew youâd be this excited over a little chocolate?â
âWell, you know Iâve always had a bit of a sweet tooth,â he grinned. âIâm just surprised it took this long for us to do something like this.â
âOh, and weâre not done yet,â she said. In a swift move, (Y/N) flipped them over, pressing Stiled against the counter as she reached for the can of whipped cream behind them. âItâs your turn, baby.â
âWhatâre youâŚ?â
Before he could continue, the girlâs hands were unbuttoning his pants and pulling them down his legs, his boxers following in tow. She smiled as his erection sprung free, red and wet from the anticipation. Poor thing looked like it was ready to burst. And who was she to deny it the touch it was yearning for?Â
With a playful smile on her face, (Y/N) took hold of the base of his cock, chuckling as he took in a sharp breath at the touch. She then squirted a line of cream on his length, licking the excess from the tip of the can before turning back to Stiles. The boy stared at her with giddy anticipation, trembling as she hovered over him. Her breath tickled his skin, making his body erupt in goosebumps as he waited for her to move.
And, as much as she wanted to toy with him, (Y/N) knew how long he had already been waiting for, and they still had so much to do. So, instead of making him work for it, she swirled the tip of her tongue around Stilesâ cockhead, making him grow weak at the knees. The taste alone was enough to make her want more.Â
She ran her tongue across his length, memorizing the feeling of his skin on her tongue, the mix of his pre with the silky sweet of the whipped cream, and the way Stiles bucked his hips forward. It was a mix she wanted to experience again, sooner rather than later.Â
Once she was satisfied with the cleanup job, (Y/N) finally engulfed her mouth around Stlesâ cock, drawing out a loud groan from the boy. She knew he was not going to last long, but she would make them the best few minutes of his day.Â
(Y/N) started at a slow pace, burying him in the wetness of her mouth while she swirled her tongue around his shaft. But with the way Stiles was wriggling with every stroke, she sped up quickly. Her head moved up and down rapidly, one hand gripping the base of his cock while the other worked to massage his tightening balls.Â
âOh, god, baby,â he croaked out. âFuck, Iâm almost thereâdonât stop.âÂ
And she wasnât planning to. Instead, she kept her pace, letting him reach the back of her throat as she sucked her cheeks in. She bobbed her head until saliva was dripping down her chin, and her breath was being cut off. Just like he had done for her, she was working to reach his climaxâthat wasnât too far behind.Â
All it took was a perfectly timed squeeze of his balls, and Stiles was stuttering forward, holding (Y/N)âs head as he emptied himself in her mouth. Strand after strand painted the inside of her mouth until there was nothing left, and with a satisfied grunt, he exited her mouth.Â
Still knelt on the floor, (Y/N) swallowed Stilesâ finish before looking directly into his eyes and squirting whipped cream into her mouth. She said, âMuch better,â and stood up.Â
Stiles grabbed the sides of her face and kissed her roughly, sighing at their mixed tastes in his mouth. âThat really was something else,â he smiled as he released her. âWe have to try that again.âÂ
âTell you what,â she grinned. âIf we finish these cupcakes on schedule, I can promise you a very sweet treat after.âÂ
âThen why are we standing here?â Stiles exclaimed as he pulled up his pants. âLetâs get this done!âÂ
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keep your eyes on me
stiles x derek || rating: explicit || wc: 6k
It took Derek a week in his new apartment to realize that he had a completely unobstructed view of a bedroom in the neighbouring building. There was a huge, top to bottom window that allowed him to see both the desk that was pushed against it and the bed. At first he didnât think anything of it, but then he saw the man who lived in said bedroom and he had been struck dumb. He was beautifulâ tall, lean, and always had something in his hands or in his mouth. While he worked at his desk, Derekâs mystery neighbour would always twirl a pen or pencil and chew on the top when he was thinking.
Derek didnât mean to start staring at his neighbour, it just kind of happened. They both worked from home it seemed, and Derekâs office faced his neighbourâs window, giving him a clear view. The first couple times he caught himself staring were an accident, heâd merely zoned out. Until one day when Derek looked out and found his neighbour staring right at him, a playful smirk on his lips. When they made eye contact, the neighbour winked and Derek had flushed pink, looking away.
Or, the one where Derek is shy and an accidental voyeur. Stiles is very into it.
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soooo im seeing some of my mutuals prepare for kinktober, and ive been a long time enjoyer but i've never written for it before and i want to try to do as many days as possible butv im a college student so i want to get a jumpstart and queue things, and that means i need 31 ideas and im sure i could come up with plenty but idk abt 31 unique ideas especially bc i got jj brainrot and don't want to only write for him!!!
i plan to eventually write for other fandoms im in, i've just really been on an obx kick so i havent gotten to it, but by the time october comes around i hope to have branched out so here's some other fandoms im in and characters im interested in writing for and if you see a character you like and can think of a kink you want to see with them (that isn't something ive listed as stuff i wont write) PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE send in requests or reply to this otherwise i fear kinktober will just be a lot of jj and you guys learning abt my personal kinks lmao
fandoms im actively in: hunger games, the walking dead, outer banks, yellowjackets, true blood, the umbrella academy, stranger things
characters i want to write for: jj maybank, rafe cameron, pope heyward, sarah cameron, john b routledge, kie carrera, finnick odair, johanna mason, peeta mellark, daryl dixon, natalie scatorccio, lottie matthews, eric northman, klaus hargreeves, eddie munson, stiles stilinski (teen wolf), mike schmidt (fnaf), lydia martin (teen wolf)
if u see a fandom im in but not the character u like honestly i'd probably still write it as long as im familiar with the character
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It's my favorite time of the yearâŚ
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So, if you know any excellent reads for Kinktober, send them my way
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âPairing: Briles (+ Isaac) âCharacters: Stiles Stilinski, Brett Talbot, Isaac Lahey âTags/Warnings: Briles established relationship, alpha!Brett, explicit sexual content âWords: 6187 âKinktober 2023: Sharing
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âHey, you got a minute to talk?â
Stiles looks up from his files, quirking a brow as he studies Brett for a moment. âSure?â
After closing the door behind him, Brett quickly crosses the distance and crouches down next to Stilesâ chair. There are only two instances when he acts like this; wanting to make peace after an argument, or when he wants Stiles to ask for a favor. They havenât fought in a while. âYou remember how we talked about that an alpha has to sometimes take care of their betas?â
Stiles raises his brows. âAnd how youâre not a fan of that tradition. Yes, I remember.â The first time Brett brought this topic up, Stiles had already read all about it â and he decided to date him anyway. He's aware that intimacy and physical contact have a very different meaning for werewolves, but heâs also aware that humans becoming members of a pack slowly changed the meaning of sex, especially for the alpha couple. Apparently, human mates turned the alpha more possessive and aggressive towards others and even the members of their own pack. Stiles could write a whole dissertation about how goddamn stupid it is to think a human getting involved with werewolves canât protect themselves, but since Brett is against a lot of old traditions and never excluded him from anything dangerous, he didnât have a reason to do so yet.
âThat didnât change.â Brett pulls his shoulders up and sighs.
âI can feel a âbutâ coming.â
Brett grimaces a little. âItâs about Isaac.â Theyâve talked a lot about Isaac in the past few days. Although heâs been with them for almost two months, it seems like heâs not fully integrated into the pack. Thereâs a distance there, one thatâs been plaguing Brett. No pack activity seems to change that.
âSo,â Stiles says, clearing his throat awkwardly, âyou want to sleep with Isaac?â It will bother him, heâs not ever going to deny that. But he is also not going to stop Brett from doing it if he considers it absolutely necessary. Stiles did inherently agree to a more or less open relationship when he decided to date an alpha and continued to date him after they talked about everything.
âNo.â Brett turns the desk chair Stiles is sitting on and slips between his thighs. Although Stiles isnât a werewolf, he canât deny that seeing Brett kneeling between his legs is doing things to him. Itâs not a position an alpha would put themselves in usually, but Brett has never put himself above him in any way. Theyâve always been equals, especially when it comes to decisions for the pack. âIsaacâs been in two other packs with you.â He straightens a little, just enough to wrap an arm around Stilesâ waist and pull him closer to the edge of his seat. âItâs possible heâs followed you to this one. It wouldnât be the first time a werewolf instinctively anchors himself to a former pack mate, and with everything you two have been throughâŚâ he trails off, raising his brows.
Stiles blinks. âYou want me to sleep with Isaac?â
Brett hums in agreement.
For a few moments, Stiles simply stares at his mate. Part of him still waits for the gotcha-moment, but Brett doesnât really make these types of jokes. He probably mulled this over for at least a week, trying to figure out the best way to bring it up. Issue is, there is no best way to bring something like this up. Stiles has absolutely no idea what to say. Isaac is attractive, no doubt, and he totally wouldâve been down to sleep with him â if he werenât in a very committed relationship. Agreeing to this now feels weird. He clears his throat and runs his fingers through Brettâs hair. âWhat does Isaac say?â
âI havenât spoken to him yet.â
Stiles draws his brows together. âAnd youâd be okay with it?â
âIâll be in the room.â
âBabe.â Stiles puts two fingers underneath Brettâs chin, tipping his head a bit further back. âThatâs not what I asked.â
Brett grimaces and ducks his head, cheeks flushing slightly. Itâs such a rare sight, something that happened the last time the day Brett asked him out for the very first time. Heâs been so awkward and unsure back then. This side of Brett startled him all those years ago, itâs not any less surprising now. âYou know I love you, right?â
The smile slips from Stilesâ features as the words sink in. Nothing good ever starts with âyou know I love you, right?â. Absolutely nothing.
âNo.â Brett is instantly alert, straightening and reaching up to cup his cheeks. âNo, donât go into panic mode. I just want toââ he cuts off and closes his eyes, taking a deep breath as if to steady himself. âIâd hate to see you with somebody else, but watching you and Isaac... I donât know.â
Stiles blinks as realization dawns on him. âYouâd be into that? Watching me and Isaac have sex?â Heâs not exactly turned off by that admission. Itâs more that heâs confused. Although Brett isnât outright jealous, heâs proven to be very possessive which, again, is on par for mates. Stiles can feel the same tug of possessiveness whenever Brett is close with someone else. So, hearing this is surprising.
For a moment, Brett studies him and presses a finger to his bottom lip.
Out of instinct, Stiles pokes it with his tongue.
âNo,â Brett admits then, shaking his head for good measure, âwatching you be good for my betaâ making him feel good, welcoming him... thatâs what Iâd be into.â Thereâs a hint of something unspoken, of something Brett has never outright said or asked him, but something thatâs been floating around in his mind, nonetheless. Nature versus nurture. Brett is undoubtedly raised to fit seamlessly into the human society. That does not mean he isnât fully in tune with his werewolf, and that side of him got stronger after becoming the alpha. There are little things that are standing out. Heâs more protective, less reckless, almost responsible, and he started proving that he could provide for Stiles as well as the pack.
But thereâs something else too.
Although Brett would never dare to treat Stiles as anything but his equal, heâs become increasingly frustrated when Stiles outright defied him. After all, he is the alpha, the leader of the pack. Brettâs word is law.
Thatâs how his wolf wants it.
Stiles cocks his head to the side. They both know heâll never submit to Brett or anyone. Thatâs not who he is, and Brett would never dare to force him. Thing is, Stiles has often thought about finding a compromise, a way to ease Brettâs wolf without compromising their everyday life. âYou want me to be a good boy?â Although Stiles has been thinking about it for a while, hearing these words out loud is still a bit jarring.
But Brettâs eyes flash red for the fraction of a second, proving that Stiles hit the nail on the head. He licks his lips and pulls off the chair on his lap within a second, arms wrapped tight around his waist. âI love you,â he tells him, lips brushing over his neck. âYouâre so good for me.â
Stiles chuckles. âI know, but I still have to work.â
âTake a break.â Brett nips on his skin, looking up at him with an almost wolfish grin.
âGo talk to Isaac,â Stiles insists, cupping Brettâs jaw to gently push him away from him. âWe can continue this when Iâm done working.â The disapproving growl is not lost on Stiles, but he refuses to act on it. The only place heâll ever consider to submit to Brett will be in the bedroom, and he can growl and hate it as much as he wants. âPriorities.â Stiles kisses the corner of Brettâs mouth.
Brett growls once more for good measure, but he relents. âFine.â For an alpha, he knows how to act like a petulant child.Â
â â â
âIsaacâs here.â Brett slips into the guest bedroom and raises his brows. âYou got out your best clothes, huh?â Scrunching up his nose, Stiles looks down on himself. Heâs wearing one of Brettâs old collegeâs shirt and boxer briefs. Surely not his most attractive attire. âItâs comfortable,â he says with a shrug, âand I figured I wonât have to wear my clothes for too long anyway. SoâŚâ he trails off with a shrug.
Brett pulls him close by the hem of his shirt. âAre you still cool with this?â
âYeah.â
âYou need a bit more time for prep?â
Stiles squirms a little. âI did that in the shower.â The deal was for Brett to get him in the mood, but Stiles does not exactly need any help with that.
Chuckling, Brett grabs his ass and pulls him closer. âExcited to sleep with Isaac?â
That answer is âyes, veryâ, but it feels wrong to admit that. He doesnât want to lie either, so he ducks his head instead.
âThatâs normal, you know?â Brett grabs his chin, still smiling genuinely. âYouâve been in three different packs. Youâre bound to feel an intense connection with him. Iâm surprised you two never had sex before.â
Even though Stilesâ view on sex is pretty casual, itâs nothing against a werewolfâs opinion on sex â outside of a relationship that is. Theyâre usually pretty loyal once they found a mate. âAre you okay with this?â Stiles raises his brows. Itâs going to be weird to have Brett watch them the whole time, but he gets that his wolf would never allow anything else.
Brett kisses him briefly. âI love you.â Smiling, he steps back. Thatâs not exactly a âyesâ, but before Stiles can point that out, Brett has settled into the corner of the room. With the only light source being the left of two lamps on the nightstands, the armchair, and with that Brett, is almost shrouded in shadows.
âYou look like a bond villain,â Stiles informs him.
Brett flashes his eyes.
âNow you look like a demon.â Stiles shakes his head when Isaac knocks on the door. Softly, almost as if he hoped it would go unheard. Stiles mouths âbe niceâ before moving to open the door. They all agreed that this could be stopped at any time, but Stiles still would prefer it happened before starting anything. After all, Isaac has a hard time fitting in already. Thereâs no need to make this anymore awkward.
Isaac blinks at him, hands pushed deep into the pocket of his pants. âHi,â he says softly.
âHey.â Stiles steps aside, gesturing for Isaac to come in. âIgnore Brett. Heâs being a dramatic asshole.â
Although Isaac chuckles, heâs clearly nervous when he glances at his alpha. He briefly nods at Brett before turning back to Stiles. Neither will be able to ignore Brett, but itâs probably still going to be the best if they at least pretend not to notice him. âYou lookâŚâ Isaac trails off and sits down on the edge of the bed.
âLike I just rolled out of bed.â Stiles closes the door with a chuckle. He gets the feeling that Isaac is not going to be the one to make the first move. Itâs not surprising, and to be honest, Stiles expected that. He rolls his shoulder and crosses the room. Flirting isnât exactly his forte, but heâs pretty good at all the other stuff. Getting Isaac out of his shells should not be too hard.
Hopefully.
Stiles grabs his shirt by the back of his neck and pulls it over his head, tossing it in Brettâs general direction.
Isaacâs eyes widen slightly, but his gaze wanders over Stilesâ body regardless.
There used to be a time when Stiles wouldâve shied away from it, yet Brett worshipping every inch of his body certainly did wonders for his confidence. Thatâs why heâs slipping onto Isaacâs lap without hesitation. âHey,â he whispers again, chuckling softly as he bumps their noses together.
Isaac doesnât respond, body stiffening slightly. Still, he grabs Stilesâ waist and tips his head back enough to give easy access to his mouth.
An opening Stiles surely isnât going to miss. He cups his jaw and kisses him. As much as heâd love to ease Isaac into this, they are on a bit of a time limit here; Brettâs patience isnât endless. So, Stiles grinds against Isaac, feeling elated at the soft gasp he gets in response. This whole thing may happen under Brettâs watchful eye, and there is a reason theyâre having sex to begin with, but Stiles doesnât want Isaac to think Stiles isnât into it.
Because he is.
As confusing as the request was at first, Stiles canât deny that he wants to have sex with Isaac.
But the werewolf stays passive even though he allows Stiles to deepen the kiss and starts kissing him back.
âYou can stop at any time,â Stiles reminds him between kisses, âitâs okay.â Although, admittedly, it would suck.
Isaac shakes his head. âNo, itâs justâ"
Itâs just Brett.
âIgnore him.â
âThatâs easy for you to say,â Isaac mumbles and scrunches up his face adorably.
Thing is, itâs really not. Stiles doesnât have to be a werewolf to be fully aware of Brett staring at them. âFocus on me,â he tells Isaac, sliding one hand between them. âJust me.â He palms Isaac through his jeans, loving the way his eyes flutter and his lips part for a soft gasp. âJust. Me.â Smiling, Stiles kisses him again, and it seems as if Isaacâs courage follows his hard-on.
Finally, he slides his hands down to Stilesâ ass and deepens the kiss by tracing his tongue with his own. About fucking time. Brett isnât the most patient of people, and heâs certainly not going to wait forever until Isaac got his shit together. Heâd rather fuck him right in front of him to show him what heâs missing out on.
Stiles moans into the kiss.
That thought really shouldnât be this much of a turn-on. Yet, here he is. Stiles gets the weird feeling that heâs going to learn a lot about himself today â and heâs not going to complain about it. Brett and his sex-life can only be improved by this; not that it isnât fucking amazing already.
âYouâre still very dressed,â Stiles mutters into the kiss. Not that getting fucked in clothes doesnât have its very own appeal, but Stiles does prefer to have his partner naked. Thereâs something about the skin-on-skin contact that cannot be beaten by anything else.
Isaac gets to his feet, lifting Stiles without any issues, before tossing him onto the bed with a grin. Looks like someoneâs gotten a bit more comfortable.
Good.
Without wasting a second, Isaac strips down to his boxers. His body is to die for, his dick a hard outline against his tight boxer briefs. Heâs painfully attractive, and if Stiles is entirely honest, he canât wait to get his hands on him â to taste him.
Stiles licks his lips and inches to the edge of the bed. Beckoning Isaac to come closer, he sits back on his heels. This is about Isaac. This is about making Isaac feel comfortable, about making him feel good.
For a second, Stiles cuts his gaze to his boyfriend, who stays unmoving in the corner of the room. His eyes are trained on him. Stiles wonders if Isaac can feel it too, the heaviness of those blue eyes; the way itâs making him feel hot and cold â the way it makes him want to please Brett. He wants, no, needs to hear him say he did good.
Still looking at Brett, Stiles hooks his fingers under the waistband of Isaacâs boxer briefs. Thereâs a nod. Short. Almost curt. And it snaps Stiles back into the moment. He looks up at Isaac, who stares down at him, wide-eyed. His hands are frozen in mid-air, like he stopped himself halfway through running his fingers through Stilesâ hair. When Stiles pulls his boxers down, Isaac, too, snaps back into motion. He curls his fingers into Stiles hair, guiding him towards his dick.
Moaning, Stiles wraps his lips around the tip. Heat rushes through his body when Isaac curses above him, voice nothing more than a breathless whisper. His fingers twitch in his hair, and something about the impact fills Stiles even further with the insane need to please. For the first time in forever, he doesnât have the urge to be a little shit. He wraps a hand around Isaacâs dick and takes him deeper into his mouth, flattening his tongue against the underside of his dick. The tangy taste makes his mouth water.
He bobs his head, making sure to pay attention to every part of Isaacâs dick, tightening his lips around the tip â taking as much as he could and more each time until he pulls his hand away and grabs Isaacâs hips with both.
Isaac runs his fingers through Stilesâ hair almost like he doesnât know what to do with his hands otherwise â until his grip turns near painful when his dick hits the back of Stilesâ throat.
Taking a deep breath through his nose, Stiles pulls back again. Itâs best not to push his gag reflex. Stiles looks up at Isaac, flushing with pleasure at the bright yellow eyes staring right back at him. Itâs entrancing and almost as hot as Brettâs red eyes.
Almost.
âIsaac.â Although Brettâs voice is light, a ripple of unease cuts through the other wolf as he turns his head to look at his alpha. Brett approaches him, face unreadable even though his dick is so hard it has to be uncomfortable in those jeans.
Stiles pulls away and sits back on his heels, shifting uncomfortably as he watches both werewolves.
Brett says something Stiles canât quite catch, but Isaac merely nods, shoulders relaxing again. To Stilesâ surprise, Isaacâs even grinning when he locks eyes with hm again. Thatâs new. Isaacâs been nervous around Brett on the best of days. No wonder. After all, his track record with alphas isnât exactly the best. The poor guy probably worried Brett would rip his head off since Scott threw him against a wall twice for simply liking Allison; yet here he is, about to fuck his alphaâs mate.
Werewolves.
âSomeoneâs impatient,â Isaac informs him, nodding in Brettâs direction with a sly grin.
Brett rounds the bed. âSo cocky already.â His gaze is locked on Stiles, burning with both heat and amusement. âLooks like,â he continues, his voice dropping to a low whisper, âsomeoneâs got a magic mouth.â Chuckling darkly, Brett wraps his fingers around Stilesâ throat and pulls him up until he can brush their lips together. âI love you, gorgeous,â he all but paints the words against Stilesâ mouth. âYouâre doing so well.â
Stiles keens softly, reaching up to pull Brett down for a proper kiss.
âNo.â Brett grabs his arm, stopping him in his tracks. âItâs still Isaacâs turn.â
A shudder runs down his spine. Isaacâs turn. It should make him feel weird, instead it makes his dick twitch in his already too tight briefs. Thereâs a part of him that still fully believes he shouldnât be this excited about fucking Isaac. Heâs in love with Brett.
And yet.
Dragging his thumb over his mouth, Brett lets go of him. He doesnât sit back down in his corner, however. Instead, he gets comfortable on the bed, leaning against the headboard, legs spread open almost invitingly.
Stiles nearly loses his mind as he forces himself to turn away from him again. Brett is doing it on purpose, he knows that. He wants to push him, like the asshole he is. But Stiles is not going to cave. Two can play this game.
Isaac looks at him, hands awkwardly in the air like heâs not entirely sure how to continue now that Brett is right there, which is most likely the exact reason Brett did it. His methods may be questionable, but they usually work.
Itâs annoying.
Stiles pushes the thought out of his mind. For a few heartbeats, he studies Isaacâs face â the dirty blonde curls hanging into his forehead, his sharp jawline, the bright blue eyes, and his mouth, so damn kissable. He all but lurches forward and does just that, pressing their mouth together in a greedy kiss thatâs too much teeth for a couple of seconds. Stiles buries his fingers in the soft curls, pulling Isaac down and closer to him.
Thatâs all it takes to get Isaac right back where he left off. His hands are on his ass almost immediately. Kneading. Pressing and grinding their dicks together in a delicious way.
But heâs really not in the mood to drag this out any longer. âFuck me,â Stiles whispers, about ready to beg him. He hasnât needed anyone inside of him as desperately since the first time he slept with Brett â and the time after that, when they finally solidified their mating bond. The first month after the mating bite, Stiles had more sex than other people have in their whole lifetime.Â
Isaac breaks the kiss and pushes Stiles onto his back, his mouth hot on his neck and shoulders and chest as he kisses his way down Stiles body, nipping his skin but never risking leaving a mark. He not deterred by Stilesâ fingers in his hair or nudging Brettâs foot with his elbow. His chin brushes against his dick, and his stupid curls tickling the inside of his thigh make Stiles whine.
âPlease,â he begs, tugging in Isaacâs hair. âPlease, please, please.â
Isaac chuckles.
Hot breath hits the wet spot on Stilesâ boxers. The sensation makes him nearly jump out of his skin.
But Isaac doesnât tease him any longer. He hooks his fingers into the waistband of Stilesâ boxer briefs and pulls them down, tossing them into the corner of the room. As Isaac crawls back between Stilesâ legs, his gaze jumps from Stilesâ dick, to his face before he seemingly locks eyes with Brett.
Thereâs a new tension in the room, and suddenly, Stiles realizes that heâs in bed between two very lethal werewolves. This whole thing stands and falls with everyone being on board with everything that might happen â even someone stopping this.
It really shouldnât turn him on as much as it does. Right now, if Brett were to allow it, Stiles would happily be fucked by them at the same time. That would certainly do wonders for the pack bond. Stiles shudders at the thought, clenching around nothing. He really needs someone to fuck him in the next couple of minutes, or he will do it himself. Stiles cranes his neck, looking up at Brett. His face is near unreadable, eyes ever so slightly narrowed â like it hits him only now whatâs about to happen.
âPlease,â Stiles whines, reaching a hand back. Awkwardly, he pats Brettâs thigh, fingers ghosting over his sweatpants until heâs able to palm his dick.
The moment he does, Brettâs fingers curl around his wrist in an iron grip. âI think I said no, didnât I?â Oh, thatâs his alpha voice. âGet on your hands and knees.â
Although he doesnât look at him, Stiles knows this command is directed at him. But he can do that. He can totally do that if it means Isaac can fuck him in the very, very near future. Stiles rolls onto his stomach and hoists himself onto his hands and knees. Today isnât about intimacy, not really. This is happening to forge a connection, to force Isaac to stop holding back.
Brett tosses Isaac a condom and locks eyes with Stiles. His fingers run over Stilesâ cheek, making him shudder with the touch alone. Brett smirks as he presses his thumb against Stilesâ bottom lip.
Almost out of instinct, Stiles pokes it with his tongue.
âHeâs ready,â Brettâs voice is nothing more than a whisper. âYou can fuck him.â
That seems to be all the permission Isaac needs. He grabs Stilesâ ass, spreading him open, and for a few seconds, nothing else happen.
Stiles can feel heat creep into his cheek at the thought of Isaac just staring at his ass â a thought thatâs flying out the window when Isaacâs dick finally joins the fun. He grinds against him, hellbent on teasing Stiles just a little longer. Clenching his teeth, Stiles shoots him a look over his shoulder. âIsaac,â he snaps, âif you donât-â
The press of Isaacâ dick against his rim cuts him off. âIâm sorry?â His voice is innocent sweet, almost like he isnât on the verge of fucking him. âYou were saying?â He pushes in, and they both moan loudly.
Stiles rocks his hips back, needing all of Isaac inside of him right fucking now. He curses under his breath, curling his fingers into the sheets. Isaacâs fingers dig into his skin, and a part of Stiles hopes theyâre going to leave little marks on his body; something to remember this by, so when he wakes up in the morning, he knows this wasnât some kind of fever dream. Funny, how heâs never realized how much he wanted to sleep with Isaac until now. At this point, he doesnât even care if itâs their pack bond or his own desire. Does Isaac feel it too? Stiles wants to know, but heâs not going to ask with Brett right there.
That feels like crossing a line.
Then again, Brett can probably smell it on him; how desperate he is for another guyâs dick. Guilt churns in his stomach as the feeling of betrayal joins his desire.
Brett kisses his forehead, so strangely gentle. âRelax, my love. Youâre perfect.â
The words ricochet through him, and he whines softly. Stiles is torn between wanting Isaac to fuck him into the sheets and his need for Brett, his mate. Letting out a breath, Stiles lowers himself onto his forearms and leans his cheek against Brettâs thigh. As Isaac continues to sink into him, inch by torturous inch. Itâs so fucking slow, Stiles wants to scream.
But when he finally, finally buried fully inside him, Isaac kisses his shoulder blades, first left than right. âSorry,â his words are cool against Stilesâ skin, âsorry, this is... a lot.â So, he does feel it too. Good to know.
âI get it.â Stiles pushes himself up on his hands again and looks at Isaac over his shoulder. The werewolf looks utterly wrecked already, and Stiles wonders if it feels even more intense for him. It wouldnât be the first time. Werewolves do have that benefit. âBut I really-â Stiles grinds against Isaac, trying to get his point across â-need you to move.â
Preferably now.
Isaac doesnât move immediately. Yet again, his gaze snaps to Brett. Itâs a silent question for something.
âOh,â Brett chuckles, running his fingers through Stilesâ hair. âHe can take it.â
Before Stiles can even ask what heâs talking about, Isaac pulls back and snaps his hips forward. Stiles moans, hardly recovering from the first thrust before Isaac has found his rhythm. Hard. Fast. Barely holding back.
Stiles loves it. Maybe a little too much. There is something burning in his veins, something heâs never quite felt before â not like this, at least. Stiles remembers the addictive high of the mating bond, the strange warmth cocooning him for weeks after. If this is anything like this, this will have some interesting consequences.
But now, itâs probably too late to think about those.
Itâs hard to think in general â at least about anything but Isaac trying his very best to fuck his brains out. If he keeps this up, nailing his prostate more often than not, Isaac might actually be successful a lot faster than Stiles would like to admit.
Cursing and moaning, usually at the same time, Stiles is trying to match Isaacâs rhythm; something thatâs mostly impossible by how hard Isaacâs fingers dig into his skin. Heâs taking over his body, claiming him for as long as Brett lets him â most likely chasing the same insane sensation that is drowning every corner of Stilesâ soul.
A soft moan reaches his ears.
Brett.
Stiles raises his head, nearly choking on air as he spots Brettâs fingers tight around his own dick. It shouldnât be hot â it fucking shouldnât. Brett shouldnât be so turned on by Stiles fucking somebody else, and Stilesâ brain shouldnât nearly short-circuit learning that Brett is getting off to it.
But damn, itâs one of the hottest things heâs seen.
Stiles reaches for Brett, curling his fingers into his blonde hair and crashes their mouths together. Finally, finally, Brett caves and kisses him back â and when Brettâs tongue brushes against his, and Isaac is still pounding into him just right, something snaps into place without any further warning. Stilesâ whole body stiffens as his orgasm slams into him without any warning â pleasure coursing through him like a tidal wave. Heâs dimly aware of cursing against Brettâs mouth. Only a heartbeat later, Isaacâs weight comes crashing down on him, body shaking, and dick pulsing still deep inside of him.
Nobody ever told him that a pack bond snapping into place during sex almost rivals a mating bond.
Stiles blinks his eyes open, afterglow still lapping at his body, as hands are cupping his jaw and cheek. A shudder runs through Stilesâ body, his brain still too foggy to understand a single word thatâs coming out of Brettâs mouth. It takes a hot minute until he connects the sounds to the movement of his lips. âLook at you,â Brett whispers, thumbs brushing over Stilesâ cheekbones, âso perfect.â
Isaac makes a quiet sound in the back of his throat then pushes himself u and pulls out only to collapse onto the bed right next to them again, spent and clearly deep in his afterglow. A sheen of sweat makes his curls stick to his forehead. Even looking as boneless as Stiles feels, Isaac is still unfairly attractive.
Never in his life has a pack bond snapping into place felt like that, and Stiles isnât entirely sure if it was supposed to be this intense. He doesnât get the chance to ask either because Brett is kissing him like a drowning person and pulling him closer.
Stilesâ heart is pounding in his chest, his body craving Brett as much as itâs pleading to slow down, to give him a chance to get over all that stimulation. âWait,â he mutters into the kiss. âHold on, give me-â
But Brett grabs his waist, whispering, âsorry, sorry.â as if heâs actively hurting him, or doing something Stiles isnât down for.
Yes, Stiles would love to get a few seconds to catch his breath, and for everything to stop feeling like itâs too much. His nerves are on high alert, as if the pack bond snapping into place cranked his sensitivity up to a hundred. Still, he can tell that Brett isnât entirely in control right now. Heâs warned him about it, about his wolfâs need to reclaim, to drown Stiles in his scent again, to scrub Isaac away. Thereâs no anger in Brettâs touch, just the urgent need to fuck him that took over his entire body. Stiles knows the difference. Theyâve had angry sex countless of times.
This isnât it.
Brettâs fingers run over skin almost apologetically as he turns Stiles around, even chuckling softly as Stilesâ legs refuse to cooperate for a few seconds. Not that he needs them. Brett holds him with one hand, angling him in a way that makes it comfortable to lean against his chest. He lowers Stiles down until the tip of his dick is pressing against his hole. Despite having just been thoroughly fucked â or maybe because of it â Brett pushing in comes with an uncomfortable stretch.
Stiles squeeze his eyes shut. âPlease,â he mutters, turning his head to speak against Brettâs throat. âSlow down. For me?â For them, more likely. Because Stiles wants it to be good for Brett as well. It should be more than just a fuck out of werewolf-principle.
The disapproving rumble is already answer enough, but Brett drives his point home by snapping his hips up and pulling Stiles fully onto his lap.
Stiles yelps then punches Brettâs thigh. âFuck you.â
Brett sneaks his arms around his waist and kisses his jaw and cheek. âSorry,â he whispers again. âSorry, did I hurt you?â
âNo.â Stiles takes a deep breath in through his nose and out through his mouth. Heâs not entirely sure if this is one of the hottest things that happened to him, or if he wants to snap at Brett for being so fucking impatient. But heâs been warned. Still, he kind of expected to be pushed into the pillows and fucked.
Hard.
But heâs also not complaining. Itâs beautifully intimate, the way Brett is slowly grinding against his ass. His arms are tight around him, fingers teasing his skin â and the way his dick is brushing up against his prostate is driving him slowly insane. As much as he wouldnât have minded for Brett to make sure Stiles remembers who he belongs to, this is too good.
Brett rocks up into him, arms tightening. His breathing is shallow, fast, and Stiles can tell heâs close to his orgasm. âBabe, I need-â Brett cuts himself off, gasping into Stilesâ ear in a way that sends hot tingles down his body. âRelax, babe. Please.â He sounds way too desperate, too needy.
This is the hottest thing Stiles has ever heard.
He presses against Brett, rolling his hips, grinding down. Part of him wants to speed it up, wants Brett to cum so Stiles can hit the mattress and fall asleep. Another part of him would love to stay like this forever, wrapped up in this beautiful heat with Brett deep inside him â maybe even knotting him.
No sooner has the thought crossed his mind when he can feel Brettâs knot press against his rim. âFuck,â he curses softly.
âIâm sorry.â Brettâs hot breath ghosts over his skin, thumb tracing invisible lines under his belly button.
Stiles really wants to tell him to shut up. Thereâs no reason to apologize. To be fair, Stiles shouldâve probably expected this. Itâs stupid he didnât, but sometimes itâs so easy to forget that Brett is very much an alpha werewolf who is driven by his own instincts. Heâs too Zen for his own good almost all the time. His words, however, leave his brain before heâs even got the chance to open his mouth as Isaac moves between his legs.
The grin on his lips speaks volumes, and he doesnât hesitate. His lips wrap around Stilesâ dick in an instant.
The sensation alone nearly makes his brain melt.
Stiles lets his head fall back, shuddering and moaning. He curls his fingers into the sheets as his body struggles to figure out if it wants to press against Brett or thrust into the heat of Isaacâs mouth. This is nothing like using a sex toy when Brett sucks him off. This feels like fucking heaven. His dick is hard again, and when it hits the tip of Isaacâs throat and Brettâs knot finally slips in, he nearly combusts.
Stilesâ vision whites out for some glorious seconds. He arches his back, feeling Brettâs arms tighten even further around him as his hips move back and forth almost helplessly â locked into place by Isaacâs mouth working around him, and Brettâs dick pulsing deep inside him as he rides out his own orgasm. He cannot remember ever cumming this hard â or this fast for that matter â for a second time.
His body, however, goes from feeling absolutely amazing to too much in about two seconds. Hissing softly, Stiles curls his fingers into Isaacâs hair and pulls him off.
Isaac licks his lips, studying his face for a few seconds, before he leans up and kisses him. Itâs a bold move, doing it with Brett not only still buried inside him, but also with his head right next to them.
Brett merely chuckles, either too high from his own orgasm or actually okay with this.
Sighing, Stiles parts his lips. He shudders at the taste of himself on Isaacâs tongue. If heâs honest, he didnât know what to expect from this night, but it certainly wasnât this. It was so much better than he could have imagined â and part of him wouldnât mind doing it again. But not tonight or tomorrow, or even this week. Heâs too fucking tired, his body painless and numb because of whatever werewolf magic Brettâs knot is working on him. He barely feels the stretch or pressure. Stiles is pretty sure his body is tricked into enjoying the sensation of being this full by some supernatural bullshit, but he doesnât particularly mind.
When Isaac breaks the kiss, Stiles doesnât bother to open his eyes. He leans back, pressing his face against Brettâs neck ready to pass out.
âI love you,â Brett whispers. Stiles hums in response.
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#briles#stisaac#stiles stilinski#brett talbot#isaac lahey#teen wolf#kinktober 2023#*tv:teen wolf#*w:kinktober2023#*w:complete#*s:briles#*s:stisaac
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kinktober â23 â đ
a/n; im nervous for kinktober but also excited bc if i do itâŚthen you guys will be well fed and I wonât need to write during break and stuff đ¤ also itâs fun to write little works and oneshots based around a kink or scenario instead of having to write a whole story with likeâŚplot đ anyways!!! happy spooky season đťâźď¸ taglist is now closedâŚbut if you still want to keep up with my kinktober celebration, check back on this masterlist!! all fics will be linked as they are posted đ u can also find all fics by searching the tag ââ kinktober â23 đâ on my page.
warnings; smut, angst, strong sexual themes, violent sexual scenarios, dark romance themes, all x fem!reader.
characters; ethan landry, jake sully, stiles stilinski, rafe cameron, tobias eaton/four, bruce wayne, finnick oâdair.
d-1 ; ethan landry x breeding kink (drabble)
d-2 ; stiles stilinski x somnophilia (oneshot)
d-3 ; bruce wayne x pain kink (drabble)
d-4 ; rafe cameron x size kink (oneshot)
d-5 ; jake sully x mirror sex (drabble)
d-6 ; finnick oâdair x pussy drunk (drabble)
d-7 ; four x dumbification (oneshot)
d-8 ; rafe cameron x exhibitionism (oneshot)
d-9 ; stiles stilinski x over stimulation (drabble)
d-10 ; jake sully x cunnilingus (drabble)
d-11 ; bruce wayne x age gap (drabble)
d-12 ; stiles stilinski x reverse age gap (drabble)
d-13 ; ethan landry x step sis (oneshot)
d-14 ; four x wax play (drabble)
d-15 ; finnick oâdair x submisson (drabble)
break from 16th through 20th đ
d-21 ; ethan landry x creampie (oneshot)
d-22 ; stiles stilinski x expeditionism (drabble)
d-23 ; jake sully x sensation play (drabble)
d-24 ; four x bondage (drabble)
d-25 ; bruce wayne x phone sex (drabble)
d-26 ; rafe cameron x sex tape (oneshot)
d-27 ; finnick oâdair x dub con (drabble)
d-28 ; four x breath play (drabble)
d-29 ; stiles stilinski x dacryphilia (oneshot)
d-30 ; bruce wayne x fear play (drabble)
d-31 ; mystery fic!?
#ethan landry smut#stiles stilinski smut#finnick odair smut#jake sully smut#rafe cameron smut#bruce wayne smut#tobias eaton smut#kinktober
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Void!Stiles who tells you âitâs alrightâ when you pinch your eyes shut, attempting to hide away from the way he makes you feel. Two thick fingers, Stilesâ fingers, fucking up into your pussy, squelching around your walls in a way that would make any contention from you obsolete with just a pump or two.Â
Void!Stiles who asks you if it hurts when he gives you his cock instead, thick and veiny and flushed pink at the tip just before disappearing inside of you. Thereâs a stretch that reminds you of his inhuman capacities, a burn that should not be as appealing as it is, and his hands hold you open the entire time he sheaths himself inside of you, making it impossible for you to run away.Â
Void!Stiles who says, âhey, look at meâ when the dick gets too good. Slow, deep thrusts, reaching a point inside of you that has previously been unexplored until now. Heâs the first to conquer these waters, the first to have you feeling pleasure like this, and he knows it. âYou okay?â Spoken with a cocky grin and faux sincerity behind his voice. âItâs okay,â spoken like he means it, face contorted into a mimicry of human sincerity.Â
Void!Stiles who demands you cum for him, balls slapping against the plush area of your ass, pelvis meeting yours with each movement. Your legs thrown over his shoulders, his torso nearly parallel to yours. Disobeying him is out of the question. Especially when you want to cum twice as bad as he wants you to.
#heavily inspired by scott and voids first meeting#at the vet đ#void stiles x reader#void stiles x you#void stiles smut#kinktober 2023#đ¸ď¸ đđđđđđđđđ#kinktober#stiles stilinski x reader#stiles stilinski x you#stilesworld!
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Masterlist
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⢠Teen wolf
Stiles Stilinski â Warning: rude oral m!receiving, dirty talk, praising, Stiles has a thick, big cock.
Liam Dunbar â Warning: unprotected sex, claw kink (?, Virgin reader.
⢠marvel
Bucky Barnes â Warnings: f!reader, fingering, semi-public sex.
⢠stranger things
Eddie Munson â warning: face sitting.
Eddie Munson â Warnings: f!reader, fingering, oral (f!receiving).
Steve Harrington â Warnings: vaginal sex, almost getting discovered, bitting.
⢠Kinktober masterlist +18 - 2022
#teen wolf smut#teen wolf#stranger things#stranger things smut#marvel#marvel smut#stiles stilinksi#eddie munson#kinktober#kinktober 2022#Steve Harrington#bucky barnes#liam dunbar#liam dunbar smut#steve harrington smut#eddie munson smut#stiles stilinski#stiles stilinski smut#bucky barnes smut
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Sorry for the delay, life got a little crazy. So here's a double release.
Watching His Wolf:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/59664856
And Hot For Teacher:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/59681014
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make me, break me
stiles x derek || rating: explicit || wc: 4.9k
âYou know what I think you need, Derek?â Stiles said lowly, his tone one Derek had never heard from him.
âWhat?â Derek felt breathless. He didnât know what Stiles was about to say but he felt tense in a new way, a better way. He was eager for Stilesâ next words.
âI think you need to get fucked.â
The words hung between them and Derek couldnât breathe. What exactly did Stiles just say?
Or, the one where Stiles has the perfect idea on how to help a very stressed Derek.
read on ao3
#jess does kinktober#jess.writes#jess.fics#sterek#sterek fic#sterekfic#derek x stiles#stiles x derek#derek hale#stiles stilinski#teen wolf#teen wolf fic#kinktober#kinktober 2023
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