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kinda hyper-fixated on riding stiles and calling him a big boy at the same time.
because this man boy would sit there underneath you, bottom teeth scraping at his upper lip as he tries to contain his pretty whimpers that kept escaping him. his fingers gripping, digging into the pudgy fluff of your hips and thighs. “y’so tight.”
your nails scratched at his v-line, deep red lines being left by pretty maroon nails—his favorite colors. “jus’so fucking big, sti…” you breathed out, “such a big boy, hmm?”
“mm-mhm.” he whines softly. stiles couldn’t believe how turned on he was by her dirty words, by how much he wanted to please her. who knew such an innocent, doe-eyed girl could spew such filthy words from such a pretty mouth.
you couldn’t help it, with the way he was stretching your walls and pressing those oh so good spots inside you that your own fingers couldn’t reach, how were you supposed to maintain that ingenuousness?
his nails burrowed into your soft skin, leaving little crescent shapes. his eyes were glued to where he disappeared inside you with each bounce and thrust. the wet squelching noises were squalid, and most times he couldn’t hear much else. only when his view was obstructed by your face did his pull his eyes up to meet yours. you flattened yourself against him; your stomach on his, and your breasts resting on his chest. to stiles, the feeling of skin-on-skin contact was worth more than words. it was the only thing that could bring him back to this planet after you overworked him.
you smiled when you saw those gorgeous brown eyes of his finally connecting with yours. “there we go.”
stiles was overwhelmed; you were on top of him, giving him so many sensations, so many things to touch or relish in. he couldn’t choose. you leaned down to darken the fading hickey right at the base of his neck, having given him one in that spot a few days ago. you simply didn’t see a point in letting it fade. he might as well have gotten it tattooed if he wasn’t so afraid of needles.
a deep-purple mark bloomed right over the spotty red one, and you made sure he would still be able to hide it with his flannels for a few days. your thumb wiped the spit from the bruised skin so you could get a full view of your work. stiles knew he’d be admiring the mark in every mirror he passed by, thankful that it was only one tug of a shirt collar away.
your hips rocked against his, not even pulling up anymore. you just loved the way his tip grazed your cervix—like scratching an itch only he could get—and how your swollen clit ground against his lower abdomen.
“you’re so perfect,” his words came from a place deep in his mind, so breathy, so pussydrunk, “i love you.”
knowing stiles didn’t even care for a response in return, not that he’d even be aware of one, you kissed his swollen lips (both his and your doing) to bring him back down to earth, even if only for a few seconds. you thumbed over the plush skin, purely admiring your boy, feeling both proud of and admirable of his prevailing state.
“you’re so good, sti.” the words weren’t really meant as a praise for him. rather, you said it because you genuinely meant it. “my big boy. fillin’ me up so well.”
you swore you saw something behind his eyes malfunction. his cock twitched inside you as he grasped at your hips, unintentionally taking control for just a few seconds so he could move you back and forth, his dick slapping against your spongy walls. your fingers pressed into his shoulders as you clung around him like a vice.
stiles was whimpering desperately and hastily, each one interrupting the next. it was so refreshing that stiles wasn’t afraid to let those sound freely flow from his pretty mouth or be loud for you. he didn’t care if his noises weren’t deep and guttural, although they certainly could be at times. and you favored either or depending on who was taking care of who; his whiny whimpers and soft moans coming out when he was desperate and being especially needy, or his low, throaty groans and praises when he needed to show you how much he loved you.
“i—shit,” he whimpered, high pitched and needy like you adored. “f-fuck,” stiles groaned deeply. it was so broken up, his voice so cracked, so desperate that it sounded like he was pleading. not pleading for a release, but pleading for forgiveness. you quickly felt his reason for pleading spill inside you: warm and thick.
“sorry, sorry, m’sorry.” stiles’ breaths were reduced ragged gasps as he clutched your waist, his arms finding their home around your body. “love you so much.”
you bit your lip at the gushing feeling flooding your already-filled hole. “hmnn, stiles.” you felt him bury his face in your neck, sweaty skin on sweaty skin as he murmured apologies and compliments of how good you feel.
it was moments like these that softened your heart even through such intimacy; moments where he came without warning or any signs, where his forehead nestled perfectly in the curve at the base of your neck, where he was reduced to muffled, strangled whines and sometimes apologies if he could muster them. and all because of a few words—of course with the help of being inside you, but you were sure you could probably just make him come with your words alone.
somewhere along the way of your cunt throbbing in time with his milked cock, and slowly lifting your hips only to drop them back down lazily, you found your own sweet release. stiles was slightly overworked, slightly overstimulated, but this was such a perfect sight in your eyes.
you took a peek down at where the two of you connected, and a thin, white-ish ring was formed at the base of his length. each time you lifted yourself up, strings of milky white liquid kept another physical attachment with him. the build up was definitely worth it in its own way, but the release was divine. as always, though. stiles, even when he may not be completely all there in the moment, always knew how to send you hurdling toward what you swear is the best orgasm each time. he’s definitely fought you before for who had the better orgasm, ending in round twos all the way to round fives. how you two managed to make it that far was a damn mystery as well as a miracle.
but right now, you were only focused on your boy—your pretty boy, and the alluring noises seeping from those pink, kiss-bitten lips. “’love you more, pretty boy.” you halfheartedly chaffed.
his response was the reason for the returning gibes: a small muffled whine of some muddled words. and stiles never failed to live up to any nicknames or unserious expectations you tauntingly gave him.
#heavily unedited#stiles stilinski#stiles’!world#teen wolf#dylan obrien#stiles stilinski teenwolf#stiles smut#stiles stilinski smut#stiles stilinski x reader#stiles stilinski x you#stiles x reader#teen wolf stiles#stilesstilinskismut
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"two boys can be friends, you know??"
i know.. but they're not.
#dead poets society#anderperry#teen wolf#thiam#house md#hilson#stand by me#lachambers#the outsiders#johnnyboy#stevepop#boy meets world#jeric#one direction#larry stylinson#my own private idaho#mikey x scott#idk the ship name..
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I don't know why, but 2024 really is the year of missing the Hale Pack for me :(
I miss Derek having the chance to become a real alpha
I miss Erica and Boyd getting the chance to return to the pack and live
I miss snarky bastard uncle Peter in the corner
I miss getting to explore Isaac living with Derek and finding a home
I miss Pack Mom Stiles
Heck, I miss Jackson getting the chance to find a place where he belongs instead of being written off
#Teen Wolf#Derek Hale#Stiles Stilinski#Sterek#Vernon Boyd#Erica Reyes#Isaac Lahey#Peter Hale#Jackson Whittemore#Hale Pack#ya know. the classic Sterek Hale Pack#I live in the world where Jackson never left and stays in the pack#just as much as I live in the world where Boyd and Erica never died#<3<3<3#I just love the denial okay <3#I'm so glad that Teen Wolf is on our watch list#right after we finish Buffy up!!! gonna drag my bestie into Sterek hell#Pack Mom Stiles
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Stiles Stilinski, Untitled
#stiles stilinski#dylan o'brien#my art#teen wolf fanart#I wasn't happy with this one for ages#but it's time to let it out into the world
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Forever and always a Theo Reaken apologist.
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🇹🇷🇺🇪 🇧🇱🇺🇪
#LEAVE MY SAD WOLF ALONE HE'S TOO PRECIOUS FOR THIS WORLD#art block broken bishes!#whoop#derek hale#derek art#teen wolf#teen wolf art#teen wolf fanart#werewolf#werewolves#tyler hoechlin#art#digital art#fanart#queer artist#tcats arts#teencopandthesourwolf#sterek#eternal sterek#sterek is eternal#cw blood
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I never thought something would mean this much for me. I've always been chill with my queerness; I let it flow wherever and I don't focus much on it. But being bisexual has always been a label for me. Headcanoning characters as bisexual is just par for the course. And tonight, getting Buck confirmed bi hit me like a truck. Seeing that play out has me feeling so seen and proud and I am typing through tears on my couch that I get to have this.
So anyone who has something shitty to say because it isn't with eddie can consider themselves blocked. In this moment I swear to god it's not about them. Next week I'll go back to my fun shipping but this week is for me. For those of us who never realized how much having a character so dear to us be bi would mean.
#911 fox#911 abc#evan buckley#evan buck buckely#bisexuality#queer#i survived the trenches with teen wolf and jeff davis#seeing those headcanons play out with a character i LOVE means the world
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Scott: When did this school get a library? Stiles: Everyday is a new adventure isn't it?
#teen wolf#sciles#scott mccall#tyler posey#stiles stilinski#mieczysław stiles stilinski#dylan obrien#dylan o'brien#source: boy meets world
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Sometimes I randomly wonder what some actors think when they find fanfiction featuring their character. Not in the ‘oh nawr it’s PORWN!!?!’ Kind of way, but more in the: ‘huh, so that’s what people got from my acting?’ Or ‘Oh, that’s a different place that story line could have gone.’ Or ‘wait why didn’t we explore this in the show?’ Or ‘He Wouldn’t Fucking Say That.’
#shout out to you#teen wolf#pretty damn sure certain actors were reading the script and thinking the last one#because y’all in the writers room did not have your shit together#anyway#fandom#fanfic#fanfiction#I just wonder sometimes like#pick a random actor#do they know that we got this naunce from their work?#do they know that they did such a great job that people will write and rewrite them in situations#do they know what people are using for lube on their character’s ass#I don’t know#not to disaparage writers in the room of course#I think it’s cool that most of us out here love what they do and want to build more in their world#except for you teen wolf#some concepts good#the rest#What the fuck bro
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Ominis: So you lied to me?
Sebastian: Well, that depends on how you define "lying"
Ominis: I define it as 'not telling the truth', how do you define it?
Sebastian:
Sebastian: Reclining your body in a horizontal position?
#hogwarts legacy#sebastian sallow#harry potter#ominis gaunt#wizarding world#harry potter fandom#sebinis#sebastian x ominis#hogwarts legacy incorrect quotes#harry potter incorrect quotes#ravenelyx:incorrect#teen wolf#stiles stilinski
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she knows she dodged a bullet, i'm so proud of her for holding her head high and knowing her worth ❤️
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^stiles would be SUCH a whore for tits
especially after an awful week, he’s just looking forward to hanging out with you. he wasn’t expecting anything from you, as usual, but when you laid down while he was kissing you, tugging his shirt for him to get on top of you, he got the hint.
he knew you probably had something more planned for him, but stiles was just happy to be here with you, let alone lined up for a good night. his jean-clad hips were situated between your spread thighs, his hands respectfully at your waist despite what you had told him about wanting him in a not so respectful way.
one hand slid up your torso and briefly rested at the base of your neck before finding home in your hair, tugging gently at the roots.
his other hand gets a little more adventurous; sliding up your torso with his thumb hooked under the hem of your shirt. the fabric is brought up, slowly revealing a gorgeous black and red lace patterned bra, a small bow in the middle where the underwire of each cup met, and neat roses lining the top. stiles was too invested in your lips to notice, but when he felt the foreign texture beneath his calloused fingertips, he took a quick peek down.
you felt his lips detach from yours. stiles was staring down as the pretty article of clothing that really did nothing to hide your hardened nipples. his jaw hung agape, yet his lips were barely parted.
he’d never seen you in such clothing. sure, you’d worn patterned bras before, but you’ve never worn lingerie for him.
stiles swore he’s never seen something prettier, someone more angelic. the ineffable beauty of his girl took every word—every thought that didn’t contain you right out of his brain.
you broke him and it was obvious. you could nearly see the gears malfunctioning behind his eyes as he tried to process the alluring sight in front of him.
you watched as stiles’ eyes skimmed over the neatly threaded fabric and the skin underneath, not a single thought of even looking up at you yet. his large hands immediately cupping the doughy mounds, thumb smoothing over your pebbled nipple.
“you like it? I just got it last week, ’nd I was saving it for—well, was gonna save it for your birthday but you were having a bad week, so…”
“you—it’s,” he blew an hefty breeze of air from his mouth as if he couldn’t believe his eyes, “I can’t believe you’d do this for me. I mean, you’re, like, so unbelievably gorgeous right now—no, I mean, you always are, but right now you’re…” brown eyes flickered up to yours briefly, but dropped back down like an invisible force was attracting them like a magnet.
smiling at his hyperactive mind that his mouth often struggled to keep up with, you brought his blushed face back down you yours, his swollen lips fervently meeting yours with esurience.
of course his hands never left your chest. long, slender fingers cupped and squished the soft, doughy mounds of flesh. he could not get over the way you looked in his favorite color. stiles’ appreciation for the color deepened along with the feeling of need.
and suddenly it was like stiles couldn’t scrape the image of fucking you, with nothing on your body except this little bra, out of his mind. it’s was as if he couldn’t imagine not having you like this whenever he wanted, and he knew you’d agree.
#it’s a short one ik😔#I just couldn’t get this one out of my head#but like#in regards to the story#tell me I’m wrong#I’ll wait😁#teen wolf#stiles stilinski#dylan obrien#stiles stilinski teenwolf#stiles smut#stiles stilinski smut#stiles stilinski x reader#stiles stilinski x you#stiles x reader#stiles’!world
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love it when i can just block people i don’t like. i don’t even have to interact with them, i can just block them if they say uncalled shit
#I don’t even have to get into a fight over it#just press that block button and I don’t have to think about it ever again#blocking people who are mean to me is my favorite thing in the world#like why would I put up with you if I can just. block you?#life is good#patolemus speaks#yes this is because someone said sterek was weird in one of my posts#so fucking what#filter the damned tag out if it bothers you#let me be deranged about my little gay men in peace#I don’t go into your posts being a killjoy#teen wolf#sterek
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❝ went looking for a creation myth, ended up with a pair of cracked lips. ❞
He feels it first at the back of his neck. A buzzing, like the crackling of electricity underneath his skin, reverberating against the hollow of his skull. Something is knocking, making its presence known: A particular kind of evil that had snuck into Stiles’ mind once already, stealing away control over his body. Condemning him to sit back, trapped in his own mind, rendering him powerless. Doomed to watch in horror as his blood-stained hands wielded sharpened blades against those he loved. They’d gotten him out, though nearly at the cost of his own life—a sacrifice Stiles had been more than willing to make, so long as no one else would get hurt because of him. And yet something must have stayed behind, lodged into the membrane of his skull like a shard of glass. For the longest time he’d managed to keep the horrors contained to only haunt him in the dead of night, leaving him sleep deprived and wrung out, every nerve ending scraped thin. But now, even the light of day no longer offers refuge for Stiles to feel safe. Long gone is the once obnoxiously loud, carefree kid—left in its stead is a man carrying himself with caution, treading quietly across the space between other people’s reality and what lies beyond. He knows there are demons out there listening, waiting for an opportunity to exploit any sign of weakness—a door left slightly ajar, perhaps, much like the door to Stiles’ mind they’d never managed to close. The feeling of impending doom crescendos and Stiles, feeling sick to his stomach with fear, clings desperately to the words he repeats to himself like a mantra. "Nothing gets in unless you let it.” But the words turn to ash in his mouth, memories of past experiences proving him a liar.
an exploration of Teen Wolf's 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐊𝐈—𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐄 who, after leaving Beacon Hills behind, settled down in New York where he's now considered the FBIs golden boy ― crafted for @fakevz. following canon events of the show with additional headcanons. low activity & very crossover friendly. minors dni. this blog operates in english only. est. 2014 ♗ ©
𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐘 𝐈𝐍: loss of innocence ⊹ comedic sidekick ⊹ overcoming demonic possession ⊹ a morally gray world ⊹ undying loyalty ⊹ survivor's guilt ⊹ agent of chaos ⊹ deflecting with humor
✧ 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 ✧ 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 ✧ 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒
I think I've loved you since I met you. I just mistook it for curiosity.
Ever since I first laid eyes on you, I felt this unquenchable need to know you. I blamed it on ulterior motives, justified it because I needed something from you, because you held the answers I was looking for, because no one else was able to help but you. Looking back on it now though, I'm starting to think that maybe some part of me knew right from the start, that first night I stumbled upon you in the woods, what took me years to see: Maybe my heart recognized that it was going to love you right away, and I spent the years to come catching up with what it knew right from the start. That it was always going to be you. How could it ever have been anyone else? Through mayhem and bloodshed, through fear and loss, through grief and sleepless nights, you were the one constant that remained. When I lost sight of everything—first myself, then reality, then hope—you were the one guiding my way like a beacon, or a north star. If I've ever known peace, it's in all the moments that your hand has touched mine and that your arms have held me tirelessly, putting your body like a shield between me and every inkling of danger. Of all the late-night wonderings of trying to make sense of the last decade (and failing), what remains is this singular thought: At least it was you. At least it was me. At least it was us, together. I'd bear it all a million times over if it meant I got to hold your hand at the end of it all. You are the moment of quiet at the end of a long day, you are breathless laughter, you're the patch of sunlight filtering in through the window that I stand in to warm myself. You are everything good in this world and living proof that there is hope despite it all, and I love you beyond measure.
#tag dump:#[ 𝟎𝟏 ] the boy who runs with wolves ╱ * character study.#[ 𝟎𝟐 ] they see right through me ╱ * visuals.#[ 𝟎𝟑 ] i fill the void up with polished doubt ╱ * musings.#[ 𝟎𝟒 ] november flush & your flannel cure ╱ * aesthetic.#[ 𝟎𝟓 ] holes in my false confidence ╱ * mannerisms.#[ 𝟎𝟔 ] a morally gray world ╱ * headcanons.#[ 𝟎𝟕 ] brick lane in the brisk cold ╱ * home.#[ 𝟎𝟖 ] one more off-key anthem ╱ * playlist.#[ 𝟎𝟗 ] fidelity . bravery . integrity ╱ * profession.#[ 𝟏𝟎 ] driving past ghosts ╱ * beacon hills.#[ 𝟏𝟏 ] a terrible hunger for knowing things ╱ * memes.#[ 𝟏𝟐 ] wound up a bad comedian ╱ * games.#[ 𝟏𝟑 ] spills of lost innocence ╱ * writings.#[ 𝟏𝟒 ] the greatest of luxuries is your secrets ╱ * ooc.#[ 𝟏𝟓 ] thinking of a master plan ╱ * answered.#thank you @theallegedsourwolf for this amazing edit <3#it gets sappy under the cut. read at your own risk#supernatural#modern setting#english#f: teen wolf#r: married#he/him#editsfakevz#userfakevz
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TEEN WOLF: 1.01 "Wolf Moon"
#take me back#it was just new werewolf scott#and his dumb best friend#against the world#scott mccall#stiles stilinski#teen wolf#do i tag the jeep lol#mine*#gifs*#teenwolfedit#teenwolfgif#twedit#teenwolfplus#twgif#teenwolflegacy#scottedit#scottmccalledit#smallscreensource#tvedit#tvgif#cinemapix#userbbelcher
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it’s a femininemeton.
#this came to me in a dream#chappell roan#teen wolf#the nemeton#femininomenon#the rise and fall of a midwest princess#excuse the misleading tags#the world needs to see this#and i will stoop low to make it happen#thiam#stiles stilinski#sterek#derek hale#scott mccall#teen wolf the movie#coachella#shitposting
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