teen wolf smut

About: You are Rebekah’s best friend and you didn’t see her for a 90 years, so you came to Mystic Falls and started living with Mikaelson family and Kol and you fall in love with each other.

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Part 37

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Part 39

I’ll update this when I post the new part. Till then, I would like to know if you guys like the story,  I would really appreciate that. :) <3

a/n: apologies for how long it took (and how shitty it is)

staged in teen wolf season 4 episode 8

“you can’t do that!”

stiles’s voice boomed in your ears but you couldn’t help the urge to roll your eyes. everything you did and anytime you did something, he was on your back about it. it was almost as if you were always in the wrong. it made sense, in a way. no one has ever seen the day where you and stiles stopped bickering at each other, and here you were yet again, going at it even worse than ever before.

“i was merely a second away from killing that berserker and you just had to come and interrupt me!” you snapped, throwing your coat onto your bed. yes, what you did was not according to plan but what was the harm in killing two birds and one stone?

“that wasn’t a part of the plan at all and you could’ve gotten yourself killed had kira’s mom not been there!” stiles scolded you once more, rubbing his face in his hands as he paced in your room. “you weren’t even supposed to be at the hospital!”

“need i have to explain how my powers work once again?” you groaned frustratedly, moving away from the subject. plopping down lazily on your bed, sick of the passive aggressive treatment you were receiving in the car — but you knew stiles all too well, he cannot keep his mouth shut, especially when it came to you.

you thought it was simple. you and your fraternal twin sister, lydia, did not share the same powers. in fact, your abilities were more clear than hers. you were a siren, you had it simple. you lured any masculine being in with your singing, said being is lured in through a hypnotic trance, and then they do as you command — which usually entails death.

leading a berserker to its death was not going to be a challenge, if anything it was a form of entertainment for you as morbid as it seemed. recalling the scene was simple, the berserker slowly followed your telepathic commands, walking closer to you. the closer it was, the stronger your hold would be. your eyes were locked on its movements, observing the mimicking of your glowing turquoise eyes as you planned to force itself to dismember itself voluntarily.

you were helping the pack and that’s all that mattered to you, ridding a berserker would have made your lives less stressful, but stiles resented the idea of you being in the hospital with half of the pack as soon as you spoke about it in a previous pack meeting.

pack meetings consisted of unanimous opinions and articulate plans. because of stiles, and the said “safety concerns,” you were not given the go on keeping watch for the benefactor in the hospital.

“sure, y/n, it’s a great idea to bate a creature that’s triple your size and with a strength that compares to yours about a million-fold!” stiles continued to scold you, it felt like he cared. you cursed yourself when the idea came into your head, it was too good to be true.

“that’s why you shouldn’t have said anything to break the trance-“

“we talked about this: extremely dangerous and idiotic. scott was supposed to be the only one not you.” stiles cut you off, pacing around the room frustratedly.

you huffed roughly, “stiles, i felt something was wrong i had to come-“ you began to confess.

stiles continued to pace, “if i could just get you to understand…” stiles muttered under his breath, interrupting you once more.

at this point you were finally struggling to keep your cool, “understand what, stiles?!” you snapped in a hostile tone.

stiles stopped his tracks abruptly, shutting his eyes tightly and releasing a heavy breath dramatically.

author ; fessa 

rating ; nsfw 18+ 

pairing ; readerXfuckboy!stiles 

word count ; 3452 

warnings ; smut yo 

a/n ; am i proud of this part? definitely not. why is it being posted? because it can’t get any better and im lazy gn

*not my gif*

kara sevda

/noun/

1. blinding love;

literally translates as “black love”

It had been a week and a half since Stiles upset you in the library. Stiles felt guilty from the situation he put you in. He knew you would be upset when he called you Minnie yet he pushed you until you were done with him. Stiles wanted to have a little fun, make you a little riled up and laugh about it later but it did not turn out that way at all. Stiles had the intention of texting you but he did not think you would respond or make you even more upset at its worst.

fessa

warnings: angst (a bad attempt of it)

a/n: drabbles are all in lowercase. this is so messy i hate it but its whatever. this is inspired by another writer’s piece, i will tag her and i got her permission to write this so h8ers back off. part 2 will only be posted if requested. let me know what u think:):)

bland. you only knew the word to describe a stale piece of bread or when a contestant on a cooking show had not seasoned their meal enough. never had you thought you would use the word to relate to your life’s circumstances.

you tried to convince yourself of the contrary but your feelings proved your mind otherwise. it began once his morning texts became more inconsistent by the day. stiles started to slack off nearly a month ago and you thought he was just busy so you only brushed it off as no big deal. you were never a pushy girlfriend either which prodded new thoughts on what had changed. from there, the loneliness only grew. no more texting, then no more calling, and before you knew it, you had stopped talking during the school day.

but you could not let the school know about your troubles. you were half of the school’s golden couple and you could not let anyone see any flaws. so, to make sure no one noticed a thing, you had continued the morning routine in which stiles had his arm around you as he walked with you to first hour. it had been hard to miss the deep glances and the ache which was a growing monster between you and him but you pretended it was not there. all had to be perfect because you were the perfect couple and nothing could get between the two of you. at least you thought so..

the supernatural had nothing to do with your ongoing fallout which made the situation worse. this time, there were no excuses for relationship problems. and this was the first time you thought a supernatural situation would be easier to handle than your relationship.

addressing the situation was something you pondered constantly and you always came up with countless situations yet none of them seemed to end favorably. what if he was waiting for you to say something so he would be able to break up with you? what if there was someone else? what if he liked malia? or even lydia, the girl who you knew he had a crush on in the past? what if he told you he did not love you anymore? what if everything falls apart? what if you lost him?

living the lie seemed like the best choice.

in that case, you continued on with your pretend perfect life and tried to be comfortable in his arms during your double date. scott had invited you and stiles to watch a movie with him and allison.

you shifted plenty of times and you were trying to keep still. you were always comfortable in his arms but even with the warmth of his body heat, you felt cold. it was as if there were was an iron wall between you and him.

a light vibration emitting from your back pocket brought you out of your thoughts. you reached your hand in your pocket and read kira was calling you, the most relieving part of your night. you stood up quickly, “i’ve gotta take this one, project together, you know how it is..” you stammered, trying to avoid making eye-contact with stiles.

“do you want us to pause the movie?” allison piped up, snuggling in scott’s arms. you were jealous of how sweet they looked, you wished you were comfortable with stiles again.

you shook your head, “no, no i shouldn’t be very long. i’ll just be outside.” you replied, walking to his door and stepping on scott’s porch. you remembered to close the door behind you and prayed scott would give you privacy.

on the other hand, stiles was freaking out, his nerves were wracking his head. as soon as you left the room, he shot a look to scott, a look which spoke more words than he could use. scott simply nodded his head while allison caught on to their plans too.

allison shook her head, “no, scott, you are not going to listen in on her conversation. that’s rude and stupid, they have a project together for Pete’s sake!” allison scolded her boyfriend but scott also shook his head.

“y/n doesn’t have a project with kira, she was lying about that.” scott told the girl and she bit her lip.

“wonder what else she’s lying about..” stiles commented quietly, rubbing his hands together nervously. he too was pondering if you had been with someone else recently.

“stiles!” allison snapped, keeping her voice down just in case you might have heard. “what could she be lying about? she’s head over heels for you, stiles, and you know that.”

“she doesn’t even look at me anymore, let alone barely speaks to me anymore!” stiles’s voice began to raise in volume. “didn’t you see? she didn’t even look at me-“

“stiles! shut up, she’s talking about you!” scott hushed the two, putting one finger up as a request for silence. scott closed his eyes, focusing in on your conversation with kira.

stiles intently watched scott’s face, seeing if there was anything good being said about him. however, stiles’s expectations were low, he did not think you were saying anything that would make him happy.

“she’s saying how tonight has been a disaster.” scott was having a hard time telling stiles. “she’s just ranting about how terrible it has been lately and how she wishes she did not agree to this date today. she’s wishing she called for a rain check..”

“she should’ve then..” stiles muttered, holding his head in his hands.

allison frowned, she still was keeping a positive mindset. “maybe she’s just having a bad day..”

“y/n feels like she’s putting on a show for everyone and how fake it feels with stiles as a boyfriend.” as soon as scott uttered those words, stiles’s face dropped. scott did not want to keep going, but he was not going to hide the truth from his best friend. “like it’s not fun anymore, she thinks you guys are losing your spark.”

stiles sat up, his eyes teary eyed as his mind raged with horrible thoughts. he questioned if your relationship was finally ending. the situation was so fragile as was his heart, feeling as if he would break in a moment. he thought he finally found the reason why you were so distant, it was not someone else, it was he who was the problem.

“stiles, things like this happen sometimes, you’re just in a rough patch right now.” scott tried to comfort the hurt boy, but stiles’s expression did not change.

“we’re losing our spark..” stiles trailed off, his eyes blankly fixated on the movie playing. “she said it herself, we’re losing our spark.”

“there has to be some kind of misunderstanding, stiles.” allison said in disbelief. “she can’t possibly think that, it just doesn’t make any sense.”

as allison and scott were trying to console stiles, scott failed to listen to the last bit of your conversation.

“of course i love him, kira.” you sighed, lightly kicking a couple stray pebbles. “he’s my best friend, i could never bear to lose him.”

“why don’t you just say something?” kira asked, keeping her voice calm. “tell him you love him, or tell him there’s something wrong.”

“i want to, kira, i really do.” you confessed, feeling your eyes begin to water. “but what if he doesn’t say it back? or what if he breaks up with me, kira, i can’t handle that happening. hell, if he asks-“

“y/n i think you should go home, you’re driving yourself crazy with this.” kira suggested over the phone. “you should try to sleep this off, this is not good for you right now.”

taking kira’s advice, you both said your goodbyes and hung up the phone. you wiped away the forming tears to hide your emotions. you had to tell them you needed to leave and you would just try to sleep away the heartache you felt for stiles. you carefully headed back inside, seeing everyone in the same position, all of their eyes fixed on the movie.

“hey, it’s getting late, i think i should just head home now..” you trailed off, looking at the happy couple then your boyfriend for a moment. as soon as stiles’s gaze was on yours, there was only a tension between you, one that you felt so harshly.

“alright, well goodnight, y/n.” scott smiled, holding allison close. “i’ll see you tomorrow morning.” he waved as allison did the same with a beaming smile.

as you were turning to leave, you heard a sharp voice cut through the air. “how are you getting home?” stiles questioned.

“i was just going to walk-“

“at this time of night?” stiles scoffed, standing up quickly. “Yeah, i don’t think so. we all know what happens to people in beacon hills when it’s dark.”

“i’m only a few blocks-“

“i’m driving you home, no questions asked.” stiles hissed, grabbed his keys and heading outside to his car. stiles did not even say goodbye to his friends, he sounded so angry like nothing you have ever seen before.

obeying seemed like the only feasible option and in turn, you followed your boyfriend out to his blue jeep. you sat in the passenger seat and memories flooded your thoughts. there were too many moments you had spent together with stiles, times of intimacy to long talks in the car, full of laughter and solemnity which you wished would replace the still air between you felt.

the ride consisted of silence and the occasional revving of the engine. what was a four minute drive felt like an eternity of uncomfortability. once your house came into your line of sight, you felt so much relief in the thought of leaving the awkward state you were set in.

as soon as his gears shifted to park, you opened the door and let yourself out to breathe in the night air. you finally felt free of the stuffy silence created between the two of you. you wished it was not like this, you began to think about what kira said.

tell him you love him.

before you closed the door, you brought yourself to look at him again. this time it was not just a bitter cold but a painful feeling, as if you were both chipping away at each other’s hearts. and you thought that maybe you could fix it.

“i-“ you began to say, feeling the anticipation of stiles build. “i wanted to say.. i wanted to say thanks for uh… thanks for taking me home… you didn’t have to…”

“y/n…” stiles started. “this isn’t-“

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Stiles Stilinski/Reader

Word Count: 15,451

Summary: The new girl, Y/N, was smarter than everyone, including Lydia Martin. But, in order for her crush to finally notice her, she decides to play a little dumb in hopes he will fall for her.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Protected Sex, Oral (both receiving), Side Sex, Making Out, Multiple Orgasms, Dirty Talk, Cowgirl, Public Sex, Library Sex, Wall Sex, Boob Job, Orgasm Denial, Edging, Math that might make your brain hurt

Notes: Happy ‘I am Going on Vacation’ Day! This is for you! @malia–stilinski proofed while I wrote and I powered through to get this done before I go pack. I leave in less than 12 hours! Enjoy all! (PS YES THE READ MORE IS THERE. Do not message me about it.)

Will be updated at least once a month. Let me know if you want summaries for the fics to be written here. 

*contains smut (FYI does not include fics that imply smut I’d say all have smut implied)

Stiles Stilinksi x reader:

Hands to myself *

With his educated eyes and his head between my..*

Theo Raeken x reader:

I just want you:

PART 1 *

PART 2

Babysitting: 

PART 1 

PART 2 

PART3 *

Nolan Holloway x reader:

Let me be your distraction *

Currently working on:

Void x reader x ripper Stefan *

REQUESTS ARE OPEN 

opus, operis, n. - work, construction

( aka my unorganized, empty, masterlist )

italics indicate smut

stiles stilinski

AKA the Smoker Dyl Fic AKA the one where me and @writersoull are kinda turned on by the thought of dylan smoking. 

Warnings: Smut (oral. doggy style. choking. idk other dirty stuff. im not good at this). Smoking (obviously). Mentions of drugs but no one does them. Drinking. 

For the record, kids, smoking is super bad for you and you shouldn’t do it, but we’re all setting that aside to enjoy this attempt at smut! :)

so i had two different people request some dylan smut! one requested some dry humping and one requested some clit-rubbing, so i took some liberties with the requests and combined the two, along with a few other things ;) i hope it still works for you guys! also, thanks for the requests in the first place! it means so much that people actually want writing from me, lol. enjoy!

Warnings: smut (duh.) drinking and smoking. dry humping, some touching. slight exhibitionism, i guess? i promise i will never be good at making warnings for smut.

Theo Raeken

*Don’t mind the fire at will part…. I was to make another gif so bear with me.*

 “I’m an atheist. But, I know you’re not so innocent as you look.”

The Reader is the goody too shoes but Theo knows she not so innocent as she seems.

Also Theo is normal a normal human in this smut. Can we just take a moment for how hot Theo was and always is when he said “I’m an atheist. Fire at will.” like PANTIES DROPPED WEAVE FLEW. Tbh I’m sorry if this is trash.

Warning- Fuckboy!Theo Daddy!kink Dom!Theo Sub!Reader Spanking, Oral!Female on Male & Oral!Male on Female (Riding Theo’s face), slight chocking, kinky shit

Word Count- 2,317

(Y/N) (Y/L/N)  top of the class 4.44 GPA a full scholarship to college the goody too shoes of the school. Yet Theo saw past that, he knew she’d love to be spanked and loved to be dominated he knew this entire ‘goody too shoes’ act was a lie. 

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Pairing: Baseball!Dylan O’Brien/Reader

Word Count: 16,816

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral (both receiving), Unprotected Sex, Ass Grabbing, Spanking, Hair Pulling, Public Sex, Shower Sex, really badly written Hate Sex, Wall Sex, Couch Sex, Cowgirl, Mutual Masturbation, Multiple Orgasms, Sexy Finger Sucking, Face Riding While Masturbating, Shirtless Dylan because he’s sexy AF OK?

Notes: Whoops. Look at all this porn to wrap up baseball week. The idea came from the absolutely amazing @sarcasticallystilinski and I hope I did it justice for her. And remember this is purely an AU for our beloved Dyldobrien. So he may not act like his normal, sweet self for part of this. Thank @savage-stilinski as always for sticking out with all the porn… i mean editing as she read :3

Standing on home plate, your eyes stared up into the bright blue sky, scanning them over the empty stands that would be filled soon enough. The scoreboard was blank, but stood prominently over the field in its massive glory. The freshly trimmed grass was primped and prepped for the upcoming games, fresh lines through the dirt between bases. With a bat in your left hand and a ball in your right, you smiled to yourself, letting your eyes close to recall the hopes and dreams that brought you to this fulfilling moment in time.

Pairing: Stiles Stilinksi x (Y/N)

A/N: I just needed some Stiles smut to distract me from my stress filled day. I can’t help myself I just want myself some Stiles. I was inspired by season 2 episode 1. I made this GIF as well. I’m also too lazy to proof read this right now so sorry if it makes no sense. 

Warnings: Smut (unprotected sex: male oral, and female oral with fingering), 

“Y/N what are you doing?” Stiles asked surprised by your sudden approach. You grabbed his hand and guided him through the busy hallways of Beacon Hills high school. You stopped in front of the small janitors closet, fishing out a key chain full of different keys. “Where did you get those?” Stiles asked suspiciously. “There are more perks to being on the student council then you could ever imagine,” you respond with a playful smirk as you fumble to find the right key to open the closet. 

Opening the door to the closet you pull Stiles inside closing the door behind you. “So… what are we doing in here?” Stiles asks still baffled. You slowly walk towards him in the dimly lit space and pull him closer to you. Your hands explore Stiles clothed torso as one hand slowly dips beneath his shirt. “Y/N you’re so dirty” Stiles tells you before pulling you into a kiss.

Summary: Being an FBI agent comes with its ups and downs. Though you’re supposed to be equipped for every situation, when you’re trapped with your worst enemy pretending to be in love for a mission, things don’t exactly go according to plan…

Warnings: A lot of swearing, a lil bit of violence and hot hate fucking! Includes oral (fem receiving) and mxf sex ;)

A/N: Admittedly, this is probably more of a spy AU than an FBI AU. Let me have it though, please. My imagination ran wild but I don’t necessarily think that’s a bad thing…

Anyyyyyway. I’ve gotta admit, I think this turned out pretty well. I like it, and I hope you do too! Please let me know if you do :)

“You have to be kidding,” you muttered, running a frustrated hand through your hair. “Out of everyone, you pick Stiles Stilinski?”

Karen, your supervisor, grinned. After a firm nod of her head, she slid a manila folder across the desk. As you began to flick through the contents, she explained.

“Your skill sets complement one another perfectly,” she said, her smirk widening when you groaned. “His critical thinking and your sharp instincts will make you an amazing duo. And besides, it’s only for a weekend. Take one for the team, Y/L/N.”

You glanced up, eyes spitting fire. “He’s insufferable,” you spat, chucking the folder back onto the table. You took a moment to take a deep breath, your frown softening when you met Karen’s eyes. “One weekend?”

Your supervisor hummed in agreement. “Just one weekend. You guys team up and intercept the exchange and then you get to go home.”

A brief moment of conflict spread across you. Whilst you detested Stiles with almost every fibre of your being, you did love going undercover. In fact, if you had to pick, you’d have to say it was your favourite part of being an FBI agent.

“Fine,” you yielded. “But you owe me for this.”

Karen hesitated. “There’s just one, tiny detail,” she said, picking her words carefully. When you quirked an eyebrow, she spoke the words you’d hoped never to hear. “The exchange is set to happen at a Gala. In order for you to get complete access, we created your cover stories so you and Stiles are…uh…” She broke off, biting her lip.

“Stiles and I are what?”

“You’re together. Romantically.”

Summary: Being the fiancé of a talented Mets players has many advantages. At one particular match, Dylan is very nervous. So, to reassure him, you promise the night of his life if he wins…

Word Count: 10 279

Pairing: Dylan O’Brien x Reader

Warning: Contains smut, oral (female receiving), licking, kitchen smut, lots of fluff, lots of vanilla, sweet smut, making love slowly

A/n: This is for Dylan’s baseball week hosted by @mf-despair-queen! It took me months to write and lots of hard work lol. Also, thanks to @roseringleader13 who so kindly proofread this story! You’re the best! And this idea was taken from @writersoull who always has so many amazing ideas! Okay, so enjoy and let me know your thoughts!

Dylan O’Brien x Reader     Soulmate AU

Word Count: 4,143

Warnings: Some Angst, Fluff, Smut, Oral (M&F Receiving), Unprotected Sex (wrap it before you tap it)

A/N: One more part after this… How are you guys feeling?

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10 (you are here), Epilogue

   With all the press for American Assassin and The Death Cure, it was like I couldn’t get away from Dylan. He was everywhere. He was every face I saw, every voice I heard, and it seemed like he was all anyone could talk about. I wanted nothing more than to forget about the relationship I’d fucked up, but it seemed the world was determined to make sure that I didn’t.

   I tried to call him in the beginning, hoping to work it out, but he never answered my calls. I tried for months, but I’d lost hope around month three. It’d been a year since then, maybe a little more, and I was trying to move on. I wasn’t sure how I was going to be able to since nobody ever really moves on from their soulmate.