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perv!stiles x best!friend reader during a movie marathon a/n: first post yay! just a little drabble type thing i thought of while watching season five... also not proofread or beta read whoops!

stiles had never empathized with perverts.

he had never understood the appeal of staring through a cracked door while a girl was changing or any general appeal of being a peeping tom. (especially with his best friend.)

now, however? now, he was trying not to cum in his pants while his eyes ran along the soft curves of your body.

you’d accidentally left the door cracked while changing into your pajamas during yours and stiles’s star wars movie marathon. (he had begged and pleaded for you to rewatch the whole saga of movies with him for the seventh time.) little did you know, your best friend was watching you as you tugged your pink striped pajama shorts up your hips. he didn’t realize how much puberty had filled you out until now, eyes unable to rip away from your figure.

stiles had never thought about fucking you before. 

now, however? now, he wanted to throw you down onto your girly sheets and make you s(cream) from his thrusting cock. he looked around your room, eyes landing on a hair tie that was sitting on the middle of your vanity.

would be perfect for tying your pretty little hands up with…

“stiles? you ready for the next movie?” you pushed the bathroom door back open, your little pink shorts clinging to your ass. stiles’s lacrosse hoodie practically draped over you, the fabric much too oversized to ever dream about fitting properly. 

he swallowed hard, all of the willpower in his body aching to not pop a boner on the spot. “y-yeah. yep. so ready!”

you climbed back into your bed and snuggled under the covers, right next to stiles. you smiled, giddy and unassuming while your best friend thought of every way he could fold and pretzel your body to split you open on his dick.

stiles braced himself under your blanket. this was going to be a torturous night.

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pairing: boyfriend!stiles stilinski x reader part 1

a/n: he's so darling (featuring bonus lydia text!!)

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stiles had been missing from school to the point where it was worrying . it’s not like he was a bad student but every since a few months ago he’s been repeating missing classes and sometimes even full school days . him and Scott that is . the pattern got more and more annoying as you couldn’t come up with an explanation as to why the two of them would just disappear , even his father ran to you for answers and you felt helpless as you shrugged . what good were you as a girlfriend if you didn’t even know where he was going ? if you couldn’t even help him ?

he’s just as horny and unfiltered as before, but now he has a girlfriend who it’s all directed at. luckily for him, she’s the same, if not more forward.

surprisingly fits in at college. he knows how and when to let loose, he’ll drink and smoke sometimes, and he is shockingly good at drinking games.

over time, his admiration and want to be in the police force like his dad changed into wanting to be in the fbi, which eventually settled on to lawyer. he likes to argue.

he eventually figured out how to play lacrosse, and even plays (casually) at college. he knows he’ll never go pro, but he doesn’t want to.

he also grew into his looks more than before. you always thought he was hot, but you never had to worry about other girls finding him hot. until now. issue is, he has no idea, he still thinks he’s unattractive and ugly.

stiles seems confident on the outside, with how he dresses himself, how he can talk to random people. but you know he’s secretly twitching his fingers against your side, fiddling with your shirts hem, or gently scratching your skin.

has the best music taste you’ve ever seen in a boy. plus he loves your music and plays it so often with you, he listens to it without you.

all works with college!stiles below .ᐟ

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pairing: boyfriend!stiles stilinski x reader part 2

a/n: tee hee i missed doing these so here's some for my fav non werewolf <3

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stiles stilinski x fem!reader

WC: 1.2K

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𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂 : stiles' worst nightmare has come true, you have discovered his real name and now, you won't call him anything else. this is now a reoccurring issue that has not benefitted him AT ALL.

𝓐/𝓝 : hope i wrote this as well as you wanted babe xx i am so tired writing this so i am sosoosososoosooo sorry if its shit i tried to do short little scenarios but idk if it worked the way it should have

𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 : no use of y/n, use of mieczyslaw (stiles' first name), established relationship, banter, sneaking over,

link for pronounciation of 'mieczyslaw'

"HEY STILES GET THE FUCK DOWN HERE!"

you screech out for the tenth time, your voice echoing up the stairs and into the second floor. a loud yell is returned, the actual words being muffled by the layers of wall between you but that is definitely stiles' voice. great. so he isn't deaf, just a dickhead.

you're already running late to work and stiles promised a ride there, insisting that the stop at his house would be short. liar liar, pants on fire. you could have walked there by now. some more thuds are heard upstairs, hopefully stiles tripping over and concussing himself

the front door clunks open and the sheriff walks in, looking exhausted. he greets you with an eyebrow raise and a warm smile, walking through to the kitchen and cracking open the fridge. you turn the corner and see him staring into it, a contemplative look on his face,

"sheriff, can you tell your useless son to hurry up?!"

"you in a rush?"

"very much so and he is the one causing me to be late."

a roll of the eyes is issued and he heads around your shoulder to scream up the stairs. "mieczyslaw!!!! you get down here in 30 seconds or i remove your case privileges! i taught you better than to leave pretty girls waiting for you!"

a snort comes from your throat and you slap a hand over your face to muffle the noise. he still hears it though and smirks, looking up the stairs again.

"mieczyslaw...?"

he turns around looking a little less exhausted and more content, stiles seems to do that to him.

"yeah, his real name.. stiles didn't mention it?"

"no.... he did not."

a chuckle leaves the sheriff and he walks past you and back into the kitchen, just as you see and hear stiles running down the stairs. you turn back to see him slamming into the wall adjacent to the stairs.

"im so so sorry baby, lets go, i know you're late."

"no problem.... mieczyslaw.."

his eyes widen and stiles whips toward you. you wiggle your eyebrows knowingly and walk past him, pecking his cheek as you head out the front door.

"oh fuck-"

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you're sitting in stiles' room, half asleep on his desk. studying mixed with work and some back pain you've had for a week is making your energy levels very low. stiles has lacrosse training and left you here, promising to come back with fast food.

you are probably going to be long gone by the time he gets back, which you assume is going to be in an hour of two.

apparently not.

stiles softly knocks on the door and slides it open, the creaking alerting you of his presence. you jolt up and see him holding a paper bag that smells of grease and melted cheese. you smile at him dozily, letting him come over to you and crouch on the floor next to the chair you're sitting on.

"hey baby... hey.."

"hi..."

"you fell asleep? a bit tired from studying?"

you go to answer but are cut of by an embarrassingly loud yawn that takes away the little energy you have. instead, you just nod slowly and stiles helps you up and onto his bed, laying down on your side.

he brushes the hair out of your face and lets your hand rest in his as you feel more and more sleepy. still, in the moment, you break through the fatigue and mutter one last sentence,

"thanks mieczyslaw."

stiles' eyes snap open and he glares at you, making you giggle and snuggle closer to him. stiles feigns annoyance, muttering and cursing under his breath while letting you tuck your head under his chin.

"oh fuck off, how is your pronunciation perfect even when you're half asleep?"

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a tap on your window makes you whip around, facing the covered glass. you can see the shadow of someone being cast onto the thin curtain. please dont be a serial killer!

"hello?" you whisper as you slowly approach the window, the figure turning around.

"hey, just me." stiles whispers back with a laugh and you pull the curtain open. he's standing outside and smushing his face up against the glass. you don't laugh.

as you slide the window open, before he can even get a word out, you start lecturing.

"what are you doing here? it is eleven PM, mieczyslaw."

"fuckk, don't call me that!"

"if using your real name is the only way to get you to listen then i will call you that."

stiles climbs in, gently pushing you to the side. you slam the window shut and he flinches.

"i told you i was coming, why so mean?"

"you told me you were coming, and i said not to! you got injured at tonights game mieczyslaw. i told you to stay home and rest!"

stiles hangs his head and steps a little closer, grabbing your hands. pouting, he looks up and shines those puppy dog eyes that could make a judge say not guilty.

"im sorry baby, please don't be mad at me. i hate when you're mad at me."

"it's hard not to be mad when you keep disregarding your health!-"

"i'm not disregarding anything! i just wanted to see my super pretty and smart and kind girlfriend, who always makes me feel better.."

you sigh, looking up at him, speaking with your eyes but not saying a word. stiles understands what you're saying though, nodding and hanging his head again.

"cmon, lets sit down."

you lead him over to your bed, sitting you both down on the edge with your knees facing together and touching. you reach out to touch the stretch of skin between his shoulder and neck.

"feeling any better?"

a sigh, and a shake of the head. your hand goes around to his hair, scratching the back of his scalp and pressing your foreheads together.

"i'm sorry."

"me too."

"just don't do it again, mieczyslaw"

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you walk up to the table that scott and stiles are sitting at, throwing your arms over stiles neck,

"what's up losers."

stiles scoffs and yanks your arm down to sit you down next to him. you push him away and turn to scott, who is looking very glum.

"why the long face?"

"coach benched for two weeks! all 'cause of this idiot.."

scott stares at stiles pointedly while stiles smiles nervously,

"i didn't mean to man! how was i supposed know he hated squirrels!?"

"mieczyslaw stilinski, what on earth did you do?"

stiles' face drops while scotts perks right up. stiles whips his head around to explain but scott cuts him off,

"mieczyslaw?!?!?!? oh you have to be joking!"

"what you didn't know? stiles' grandads name."

"low blow baby... low. blow."

throat training with stiles stilinski x reader

summary: stiles never expected you to be the one to suggest it, but he's pretty sure you've just changed his life

wc: ~1.5k

cw: MDNI!! m!receiving oral, descriptions of gagging, spit (like the body fluid), swallowing (like... well y'know). written to be gender neutral reader, though their hair is described as long enough for him to hold

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"can i give you a blowjob?"

stiles had never been asked a more stupid question in his entire life. still, it took him aback, and his cheeks were splotched with maroon embarrassment as he stared at you with blown pupils.

"what kind of fucking question is that? can you-you... yeah! yes, yeah, you definitely can!" you tried not to laugh at his reaction, closing the textbook you had splayed out on his pillow. stiles followed suit, immediately shoving everything in sight off the bed.

"w-why do you ask? or- i mean, i know why you asked, consent is super sexy, but why, why the sudden... interest?" his cringed expression reflected in his tone as he choked out the rest of his question, regretting ever saying anything other than "YES!!".

you gave him a bashful smile, standing from the bed and ushering him to the edge. stiles tripped over himself as he scrambled to get to you, earning a laugh for his eagerness.

"i... i wanted to try something, if you'd be into it." your voice was quiet as you spoke, hesitant to hear his reaction.

stiles nodded quickly and hung from your every word as you slowly parted his legs and wedged yourself between them. your hands trailed up and down his thighs, goosebumps under his skin chasing your fingertips, light as a feather to tease him in the anticipation of what you had to say.

"i really want you to fuck my throat. but... i-i think it will take a bit of practice to build up to that, y'know? so do you think i could... practice that? taking you all the way?"

it took stiles every ounce of self-control in his body to not cum on the spot. all he could do was nod again as his mouth hung agape and his eyes stared at you in awe.

you were pretty sure you'd just broken stiles stilinski.

"babe? i'm gonna need a real response. consent is sexy, yeah?" nerves shook your voice, and stiles had absolutely no idea how you could think he would say no right now.

"yes, please," he moaned. leaning forward to kiss you, stiles continued to groan into your mouth, hungry lips nipping at yours as you fumbled with his zipper.

"god, i can't believe how hot you are." stiles breathed as he helped you take his bottoms off, boxers and all in one go.

he was already so hard, red tip leaking precum and begging for the warmth of your mouth. you smirked at how turned on the conversation alone had made him, nerves in your stomach transforming into butterflies as you sank to your knees in front of him.

you took his cock in your hand, wrapping gently around the base and giving a slight tug. you were rewarded with a soft whine falling from stiles' lips as he gathered your hair up for you, the look of awe never once leaving his face.

"just d-dont... hurt yourself, y'know. choke, or whatever."

you gave him a smirk and another tug. "that's kinda the point, isn't it?"

his groan in response was only amplified when you put him in your mouth, tongue swirling around his tip as you got used to the feeling of him in your mouth. so far, you hadn't done anything new, but stiles was melting under your every touch. your mouth was hot and wet, and he was already struggling to hold out.

you took a deep breath in preparation as you widened your jaw and began to sink lower on his cock, stiles' moans flooding your ears as you concentrated. the feeling was a bit uncomfortable as he grew closer to the back of your throat, but it felt good at the same time. you could feel him pulsing and twitching against your tongue, and it only spurred you on further.

it was too much too quick though, as you ambitiously attempted to take him all at once. you gagged, earning one of the sexiest moans you'd ever heard fall from stiles' lips before he immediately pulled you off.

"o-oh my god, are you okay?"

you nodded, though you were fighting to catch your breath as trails of spit hung from your panting mouth. "i'm okay, i just need a second."

stiles craddled your jaw in both hands, worry present in his features. "we're done. no way you're doing that again."

"sti, come on. i'm fine, really. you're gonna sit there and tell me that didn't feel good?"

stiles went silent, embarrassment tingeing his ears as though he'd been caught. you gave him a smirk before wrapping your hand around his base again, instantly causing him to shake underneath your touch.

"good boy."

and just like that, you had stiles back exactly where you wanted him.

taking him once again, you started slowly and kept reminding yourself to breathe through your nose. it felt less foreign this time, and you now held him in your mouth as you got used to the feeling how just how big he was.

stiles' hands snaked their way around you, trembling in your hair as you held him still in your mouth. "o-oh, fuck. oh that's good, baby, fuck."

you hadn't yet moved, and stiles squirmed underneath you as you swallowed around his cock, his tip bumping the back of your throat as he tried his best to not buck his hips up into you.

you lifted up from him with a pop!, heavily breathing as you met his glossy eyes. "y'good?"

"h-holy shit," stiles whimpered, immediately gripping a fistful of your now-tangled hair. "more. more, please."

with a deep inhale and newfound confidence, you took every inch of his cock into your mouth, feeling his tip throbbing in the back of your throat. stiles cried out in pleasure as he shook underneath you, tears welling in his eyes as you began to gag around him.

he tried to pull you off, but you fought it, keeping all of him deep down your throat and breathing through the uncomfortable feeling. you choke once, twice, and the groan from low in his chest was enough for you to keep it together and continue to suck him off.

you began to move as you normally would, hollowing your cheeks and sliding up and down his length, though this time, going much farther than you ever had before. stiles was a wreck at the feeling of your mouth, loud and incoherent as you gave him the best blowjob he was sure to ever have.

he tried to hold out, he really did. stiles wanted nothing more for this feeling to last forever. but the second you reached down to grab a handful of his balls, there was nothing he could do to stop it.

stiles came hard, thick spurts of his cum flowing down the back of your throat as he held your head down all the way to the base one last time. you started to gag again, and this time, instead of pulling you back right away, he held you there, and it only intensified his orgasm as he rode out the high feeling your throat spasm around him.

he pulled out quickly, eyes wide and fixed on you as you both fought to catch your breath. "o-oh my god, are you okay?"

you coughed a bit, face burning red as your lungs fought to catch up. stiles' hands found your hair again, though this time with caution, brushing it from your eyes and doing his best to soothe you.

"i'm so fucking sorry. holy shit, we are never doing that again."

you looked up at him like he'd suddenly grown eight eyes, grabbing his hands and locking them with yours. "what? stiles, i think that was one of the hottest things we've ever done."

his softening dick twitched at your words, giving away his true feelings on the entire event. still, stiles wasn't about to play with your safety and comfort, even if you were right.

"are you kidding me? i-i hurt you, we are not-"

"stiles, i'm fine. really, that was exactly what i wanted." you reassured him.

"really? you wanted to choke on my dick?"

"yes."

stiles stared at you with wide eyes, and he was immediately getting hard again. "well fuck."

i set a slow, lazy rhythm. i had stripped down just to my panties and a loose tshirt i wore to bed. no bra so my tits pouring out across my chest. legs spread wide and propped up on the bed, head thrown against the headboard and fingers steadily circling my clit. i knew i had all afternoon to get off so i didn't wanna rush.

so lost in the hazy arousal i was i didn't realize when the door clicked open and footsteps walked in. i had forgotten to lock the door. my roommate was back.

"FUCK!!" one of hands was buried between my legs and the other was pushed up under my shirt, playing with my nipples.

she was not shocked at all. "oh don't let me interrupt you" she gave me a hungry, dirty smirked as she pulled up a chair in front of my bed to enjoy the show. helpless, i started pumping two fingers in and out of my dripping hole hard.

aang is bigger. taller too. he’s got a horse cock n zuko’s just slightly above average. zuko’s got a very pretty dick, stately like a stallion, straight. pale at the base that blushes into a very faint mauve at the tip. well trimmed. aang’s is nothing too fancy. it kinda curves up, it’s bald like the rest of him. horse cock means its big enough to get excited ab, makes your insides light up at the sight of it like ur ab to get a present. the base is a darker skin tone than the rest of him, and doesnt change too much towards the end. it’s not cooltoned like zuko’s is. i dont think you’d ever reveal that info to the other tho, and they wouldnt really want to know details but sometimes you catch them saying a turn of phrase that so subtly makes you think thats what they’re trying to get at. like in the heat of the moment zuko might let it slip that “well is he… better?” kinda blurting it out all clunky and you both look at each other w wide eyes. “actually” he doubles back “i don’t wanna know” bcos he actually feels like couldn’t handle the truth if it wasn’t him. aang kinda knows he’s been gifted, but he wonders the materialistic side of things like if zuko is bigger and that’s why you’re into him. he’ll try to hint at getting it thru praise, like trying to lead you into complimenting him organically to let him know that he actually does have smthn over the fire lord—never mind he’s the avatar. he’s probably very sore at the fact everyone thought you and zuko were going to get together when you were kids.

he's so big i'm actually gonna be sick.

explicit sexual content, piv, creampie, overstim, accidental choking (aang would never hurt his baby but said baby kinda likes it :3).

sometimes he forgets how strong he is, and it's kind of staggering. how this man — who is so gentle in nature, and kind, and good, and who walks in the righteousness of the philosophy of his people — can fuck you like this. with your legs pinned all the way to your ears, back flush to his chest, and head caged by his thick, steel-forged arms.

he puts you in this position when you've grown tired of riding, too pussydrunk and lazy to remove himself from where you're wrapped so tightly around him. he's all moans and whimpers, bottom lip pulled between his teeth, biting down so hard that his mouth tastes of copper. every word that comes tumbling from his lips is a string of consciousness, he doesn't even realize what he's saying, too caught up in the sound of skin against slick skin, the heady scent of your hair, and the way your cunt flutters around him when the tip of his dick presses against that gooey notch.

Mar. the descriptions of his size. how he blankets you while he’s fucking you. the fact if someone was watching all they’d see is your legs on either side of him. oh. my. god. the dialogue ab his dick fitting into your hole oh my god i need to go have public sex i need to go have sex in a dressing room. “just so small”????????? “can’t work it in any more”???????????? WHAT

the next time he sees you he is not stopping until he feels it drench his cock