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request: I don't really count Nisha as a request, just a mutual need for men
parings: Stiles x reader
trope: idk man, whatever they are
currently playing: Obviously, J. Cole
Bellabear's intercom: guys I lwk cooked so if this flops just dm me and tell me to quit and I will, lwk. But enjoy, because why wouldn't you
Six sfw, six nsfw!
Holding your hand, constantly. It doesn't matter what you're doing or why you're doing it. “Stiles, I need that hand.” You warn him, because either way you're gonna take it back. “No you don't, you were just using this hand. That's why I switched to this hand because you were using the other one.” He shot back. “So switch sides again.” You rolled your eyes, writing in your notebook again. “I've switched sides twelve times.” “Make it thirteen then.”
The first time you guys meet, you say something so genius that he just had to fall in love with you. Sometimes he’ll reference the joke you made the first time you met without you realizing it, and you'll laugh and continue your sentence.
‘Your man, your responsibility’ gains a new meaning with Stiles. Especially with his dad or with your teachers. When you have to stay after class to talk about Stiles’s behavior because they want you to help, or when his dad begs you to take him to just one night.
Mentioned ‘Kiss you’ by 1D as your guys’ song once as a joke, and you literally won't let it go. Seriously or jokingly, you just won't let it go. “And when I first met her, it was just an instant click, man.” Stiles was trying to explain to Scott. “He felt this kind of rush.” You joked with a small snort.
Brings you to spy on his dad when they get a 187. Even if you complain and say you could be doing better things than dead body hunting, he brings you along anyways.
Void Stiles is possessive. Even all possessed he knows who you are, and how important you are. He barely even lets Scott take five steps towards you, let alone Derek, if I'm honest. And you just kind of stand there, because you will not be getting killed over talking to someone.
NSFW!
The first time anything sexual happened, it was in the jeep. “Oh man, I'm keeping this thing.” He panted afterward. “What? The jeep?” You asked for clarification, as if he could've been talking about you. “Yeah, I mean — getting rid of it would be like destroying a monument. Like destroying the car Jack and Rose had sex in.” He breathed out.
Void stiles will most definitely fuck you crazy stile style, just round after round. It's not like he will run out of stamina anytime soon, he’s basically supernatural. You on the other hand? Good luck.
Aftercare is important to him, because he wants you to know you're important to him. He showers with you, or runs a bath, whatever you want. He orders food (because he can't cook for shit) and he lays down and watches whatever movie you want. While pointing out plot holes.
Takes more submissively in bed unless it's Void Stiles, who we've already covered. He likes it when you take control, it's the one time his brain will slow down for a second to listen to what you have to say.
Speaking of that, praise. He adores getting praise from you. Even if it's small things like how well he's listening at the moment, or how good a certain hip movement was. He thrives on it.
Bella's notes; these were so fun to write and tweak at. Like I think it took me ashorter than usual to get these done, I think the only ones that took shorter were the Eddie Munson ones.
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Whimpers and moans fill the room, along with your soft coos of “good boy” and “there you go”. But he’s too far gone in pleasure to even comprehend your words, for the past two hours you have been bringing him right to the edge of climax, stopping just before he comes. And you can tell that he’s going to be reaching his breaking point.
Hot tears rolling down his cheeks as he bats his lashes up at you, pleading you to just let him climax. But not yet, you think, this is fun. His hips buck into your hands as a desperate attempt to get you to just coo at him and just let him cum. God he thinks he’s going to die.
Yet another fast paced stroke and he’s shuddering with need, but you stop. And he finally breaks. Eyes full of tears as he grunts out, his voice choking him with need. He looks so pretty like that, you could stare at his lust clouded, teary eyes forever. But before you can think too long about it, you’re flipped over, your panties ripped.
You feel his cock nudge your entrance, waiting for any sign of approval from you, too far gone to wait any longer. He pushes in slowly, your core tightening around his girth as he stretches you out. This. This was what you were waiting for. For his patience to snap. For him to snap.
He starts fucking into you, whimpering and moaning, tears still leaking down his eyes. He’s hitting that gummy spot inside you, again and again and again and–
“Baby I’m so so sorry, couldn’t hold back. Please let me have it. I’ve been a good boy for so long. I-hnng- can’t take it anymore. You just, just feel so good.”
And there it is, the blabbering mess of your boyfriend. The normally sassy and mouthy boy reduced to tears in your hands. You just grin as you try to speak out sentences, “G-good boy? This isn’t being a good boy.” you chastise. But he’s far too gone to care, and before you know it, white hot pleasure overcomes your body as your legs shake at his pace. You feel him filling you, but his hips are still rutting, whimpers escaping him from the overstimulation.
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I think I found a new addiction
And it feels so right
Run, baby, run, run for your life- RUNRUNRUN // Dutch Melrose
Yuji Itadori, Choso Kamo, Sub!Gojo Satoru, Yuta Okkostu Sub!Miguel O’Hara, Sub!Ken Sato, Stiles Stilinski + your favs!
when i thought of this initially, i wanted to make it smutty but i just couldn’t stop thinking about this sweet, sweet boy. one hug could cure him
stiles stilinski, the touch-starved boy.
stiles stilinski, who after his mother passed away, lost the only one he shared physical contact with (if you don't count the bullying and chaining scott up). who genuinely couldn't tell you the last time he hugged someone — probably the last time someone almost died.
who was grateful for the touches he did get, whether it be a high five, or even being shoved into a locker. at this point, touch was touch, and he would take what he could get. who thought that's how the rest of his life was going to be, sorrowfully accepting the fact that physical touch just wasn't in the cards for him in this lifetime, and he dreamed of what could be in the next one.
until you.
you, who wasn't shy with your affection, a touchy person by nature with everyone you came across. who sat confused whenever you'd rest your hand on stiles' arm, only to earn a flinch in response. who wondered if you were overstepping, but as time went on, you began to realize he simply wasn't used to it. who grew sad at that knowledge, confronting him and learning his past. who gave him the biggest hug he's ever received upon hearing his story, a soul-healing kind of comfort stiles didn't know existed.
stiles stilinski, who grew to yearn for your touch, shamelessly finding any possible way he could touch you every moment he saw you. who was now no stranger to being held or holding someone else close, even gong as far to initiate the touch himself.
who’s touching grew to become more over time, a language he spoke against his better judgment, reaching for you and exposing his true feelings. who blurted it out one friday evening during a star wars marathon, how he thinks he’s falling in love with you. who was blown away when you pulled him in for a kiss, a form of touch he definitely hadn’t experienced much of. who couldn’t shake the sensation of your lips against his for days until he saw you next, immediately approaching you outside of school and kissing you like he’d never get the chance to again, to feel what he’d been craving since the first time.
who, once given permission, refused to take his hands off of you in any fashion, no matter where the two of you were. who woke up each morning itching to feel your hands in his, who yearned for your lips, a constant fight with himself to not make out with you in inappropriate situations, his brain wracking itself for an excuse to pull you into the next room and kiss you until neither of you can breathe.
stiles stilinski, who fell in love with physical touch.
