#god baby stiles’ face when scott slams him into the wall kills me every fucking time
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the first episode of teen wolf is immaculate actually
stiles introduction, swinging down from god knows where while scott holds a bat to tell him that hey dude there’s a dead body in the woods let’s go find it
lydia’s character introduction and subsequent claiming of allison as her new best friend
coach. that’s it.
stiles’ lycanthropy joke and scott being completely clueless
derek’s introduction. that’s all i need to say.
“where are you getting your juice?” *confusion* “my mom does all the grocery shopping”
our first stiles research montage <333
derek’s “the bite is a gift” speech
the!! soundtrack!!!
and of course the inherent homoeroticism of it all
#also the incredible way they set up the rest of the show and the characters dynamics#anti scott mccall#just fyi#scott’s complete disregard of stiles trying to warn him and his immediate disdain for derek (for no reason???)#all he cares about is allison and his own image#just his innate selfishness which becomes his biggest flaw later on#god baby stiles’ face when scott slams him into the wall kills me every fucking time#and how it all sets up scott’s hatred of derek and hatred of born wolves#derek literally tries to warn scott that he’s a danger to allison and scott just refuses to believe him and blames him instead#his prejudice is there from episode one#like derek really just wanted to help scott but scott fucking refused to trust him because he’s a wolf and that must make him inherently bad#meanwhile stiles!! is just rolling with it!! he immediately makes it a we situation#god i could go on forever about this actually cause scott treats everyone around him (except allison) like absolute shit#teen wolf#talia rewatches teen wolf#you can mute that fyi cause this isn’t stopping anytime soon
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❛ fuck ! put the gun down ! please , come on ! it’s me , alright ? ❜
Stiles had seen a gun pointed at his face one too many times. But he’d never expected Derek to be one of the faces behind the trigger.
Things started to turn strange when Derek vanished for a solid three days and then came back with no explanation. Now, Stiles was pissed and he made his pissed off-ness very obvious, but Derek just brushed him off as usual. It was ‘werewolf stuff’ he claimed because apparently the man couldn’t do any better than that.
Stiles really didn’t know why he reacted anymore. It wasn’t like this was new exactly.
Derek disappeared when he wanted to and he showed up when he felt like it. Sometimes, Stiles would only realize Derek had been gone for an entire week because one— or all— of his betas would show up in Stiles’s bedroom at night whining like a bunch of lost puppies.
Stiles knew Derek did things like this. But when the man came back this time around, he was different. He was wrong.
The beta’s reactions made Stiles realize he wasn’t the only one who had noticed.
They stopped hanging out at the loft and started hanging out in his bedroom instead. When Stiles asked why, even Erica got quiet. Boyd only shook his head.
Something was wrong, the beta said. Derek wasn’t acting like himself.
Stiles decided to take matters into his own hands.
He’d had a lot of bad ideas in the past but this might have been one of his worst ones. The next time he suspected the local Alpha werewolf of not being himself, he was going to do a lot more research and studying first. Because Stiles ran headfirst into the entire situation without even thinking about it first.
If he would’ve stopped and thought, he might not have run headfirst into the situation at all. Maybe. Probably.
No, he definitely still would have.
Stiles started hanging around the loft even when the betas weren’t there. He studied Derek extra carefully and mentally cataloged every strange thing he did. For the most part, that wasn’t much. Derek still grunted and growled when Stiles was around. He flashed his red eyes when he was irritated and snarled when he was more than that.
But then Stiles called him Sourwolf and Derek looked… shocked.
Stiles realized something was wrong then.
Not because Derek was particularly fond of the nickname. Stiles knew for a fact Derek wasn’t. But the man had given up long ago making Stiles drop it and now he just rolled his eyes whenever it came into play, and occasionally looked like he was about to smile. Sourwolf was their joke. Their… thing.
This time, Derek just looked at him like Stiles had lost his mind. Or maybe grown horns or something. Much like the first time Stiles had called him it in the abandoned school parking lot.
Something was wrong, Stiles realized. And he was determined to figure out what.
That was his first mistake.
The second was probably snooping around the loft. Stiles purposefully waited until both Derek and the Camaro were gone before he snuck up into Derek’s loft two days later and decided to look around. He started in the living room, moved through the kitchen and beta’s rooms, and ended up in Derek’s bedroom.
Stiles couldn’t help but feel a little awkward standing in the doorway. He shuffled his feet and glanced around before forcing himself to move forward.
He went through Derek’s closet and drawers. Tried not to laugh when he found an unmistakable pair of Batman boxers. Then he turned toward Derek’s bed and froze as he noticed the claw marks on his bedposts. They dug in deep to the wood and looked recent.
There were some on the floor too, Stiles noticed. And what looked like blood spotting across the carpet in certain areas. He continued to search around with a thudding heart and then heard the unmistakable sound of a door opening and slamming shut.
Stiles froze.
For a moment, he debeated diving underneath the bed. But that would be stupid. Derek— if this was Derek— was a werewolf. The man would easily be able to scent him out.
So Stiles did the only other logical thing. He threw himself into Derek’s bed, pulled up the covers, and closed his eyes right as Derek’s bedroom opened again.
Stiles felt Derek’s gaze zero in on where he laid. He tried to keep his breathing steady and Derek just stood there for a moment, staring at him. Stiles’s nose suddenly itched. His eyes started to water as the feeling grew worse and worse. His fingers twitched underneath the covers and he nearly broke the facade just to provide himself some relief— when Derek barked his name.
Stiles’s eyes flew open and he tried to go for dizzy and disorientated, scratching at his nose wildly. He blinked a few times at Derek and then sunk his teeth into his lower lip.
“Ah, Derek.”
“What the hell are you doing?”
“Me?”
“Yes, Stiles,” the man said, glaring. “You.”
“Clearly, I’m sleeping,” Stiles said, looking pointedly around. He pushed himself up and nimbly leaped out of Derek’s bed, patting the man on the arm as he passed him. “You’ve got quite a nice bed, Sourwolf, props for that. But I’d invest in a fan or something if I was you. It got a little stuffy.”
Derek seemed to be speechless, which Stiles supposed was a win. He made for the loft door before Derek could snap back to his senses and possibly kill him, and hurried all the way back outside before he dared take a deep breath.
Stiles paused for a moment and shoved the heels of his palms into his eyes. He’d done it. He hadn’t died. And he more sure now that something was wrong.
Baby steps.
Stiles went from baby steps to one giant leap.
It started when he spotted Derek’s Camaro creeping through Beacon Hills. Stiles had headed out with the plan to tackle some grocery shopping but when he spotted Derek looking like a literal creeper, Stiles decided some things were more important.
So he started following Derek instead. And he was more than surprise to see the man circle the school twice, drive past the road leading to the Hale house three times, and then come to a stop in front of the Argent’s house five minutes later.
Stiles knew it was empty. Scott and his mom were supposed to be entertaining Chris and Allison tonight, as the young werewolf had told him a dozen times. Scott was pretty sure he was going to die.
Stiles didn’t know if Scott was going to be the one dying this time.
He didn’t know how to react as Derek climbed out of his car and started toward the house. But the man didn’t go through the front door or anything. Instead, he pulled himself onto the roof and proceeded to duck in through Allison’s cracked window.
Stiles sat in his jeep for a second and just stared. He didn’t know how to react or what to do. He could call Scott but Scott might tell Chris, and Stiles didn’t that would end well at all. He could attempt to follow Derek, but Stiles already knew there was no way he was pulling himself onto the Argent’s roof.
So he approached the front door instead. Stiles’s heart thudded against his chest and he was pretty sure Derek would either hear or smell him coming. But maybe then Stiles could at least get some answers.
Because Derek was acting beyond a little weird. He was acting wrong.
Stiles, in his ADD spirals, had learned a lot of things. He’d learned how to hotwire a car, speak all the Polish curse words, and how to pick a lock with the paperclip he always kept in his pocket.
Soon, Stiles was creeping into the Argent house. He kept expecting an alarm to go off or maybe an angry Derek to come out of nowhere and slam him against a wall. But none of that happened.
Stiles wandered around the house and peered into each room, eventually ducking into what must only be Chris’s office. And then he froze, throwing his hands up with a yelp as his heart leaped into his throat.
“Oh my god, Derek! Put that down!”
Because Derek was holding one of Argent’s pistols and the barrel was facing Stiles’s head. There was an audible click as the werewolf loaded the gun and Stiles squeaked, his chest constricting with panic.
“Fuck, Derek, put the gun down! Please, come on. It’s me, alright? It’s me!”
“It’s not you,” Derek growled. “It’s never you.”
Stiles didn’t know what the hell that was supposed to mean. But he squeezed his eyes shut and Derek’s finger turned white around the trigger and he never thought he would’ve seen himself in this position.
Stiles had seen a gun pointed at his face one too many times. But he’d never expected Derek to be one of the many faces behind the trigger.
It was terrifying and it was painful at the same time.
“Derek,” he said, voice cracking. “Derek, Sourwolf, please. Put the gun down.”
And silence was his answer.
Stiles cracked open an eye to see Derek looking at him in shock. The man’s hold on the gun was trembling and he lowered it an inch, eyes flashing red. “Say that again.”
“P-please put the gun down?”
“The other thing.”
“Sourwolf,” Stiles said softly. “Derek, Sourwolf, please put the gun down.”
The man’s hand trembled harder. He slowly lowered it and moved across the room, taking one of Stiles’s hands. Stiles made a sound of surprise as Derek turned it over and counted his fingers, then grabbed Stiles’s other hand and did the same.
“Derek,” Stiles said quietly. “Dude, you’re scaring me. What’s going on?”
“There’s something wrong with my head,” Derek said, eyes still fixed on Stiles’s fingers. “The witch did something to my head—”
“Wait, hold on, witch?”
Derek froze and glanced back up guilty. Stiles pulled his hands away and stared at the man.
“That’s where you were? That’s why you’ve been acting so weird? Dude, I’ve been researching my ass off for the past week because of a witch?”
“I’m having dreams,” Derek mumbled. “Except they’re not dreams. And you’re always there and you… you…” He trailed off and Stiles blinked a few times. Then carefully, he took Derek’s hand again.
“Derek, what did the witch do?”
Derek didn’t say a word, focused on the floor. Stiles squeezed his hand tighter.
“Sourwolf, talk to me.”
“She’s messing with my anchor,” Derek said quietly. “Making me see things that aren’t true. Making me do things so they’ll go away. Trying to tear what grounds me to shreds.”
“Your anchor? But if you’re seeing—” Stiles suddenly froze and Derek looked nervously back up. Stiles stared at him until a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “Derek, am I your anchor?”
“Shut up.”
“And what, Sourwolf is a thing? Oh my god, Derek, is that like a kink? Is me calling you Sourwolf a turn on? You like that nickname! I always knew you were smiling when I used it.”
Derek gave him a flat look. Stiles couldn’t help snorting fondly.
“You’re such a softie, dude.”
“Don’t call me dude.”
“You just had a gun to my head, I think I’m allowed to call you dude.”
Derek tensed. “Sorry.”
“Hey— it’s fine. I’m just glad I’m still in one piece and all of that. But there’s gotta be a way we can fix this, right? So you’re not, y’know. Acting like a crazy psycho anymore.”
Derek rolled his eyes and Stiles chewed on his lower lip, glancing at him.
“Is it one of those… kiss and break it things?”
The result was instant. Derek’s face turned bright red and his eyes rounded. Stiles threw his hands up, a little nervous Derek would grab the gun again. But the man just stared at him like Stiles had grown horns. Stiles shrugged.
“Or not?”
“Stiles.”
“... Yes, Sourwolf?”
“You’re such an idiot.”
Stiles opened his mouth to protest, but then Derek’s lips were against his. Stiles squeaked in surprise, more shocked than anything that had worked at all. But before Derek could change his mind, Stiles cupped the back of his neck and kissed the man harder, bringing forth a low grow that vibrated all the way down Stiles’s spine.
He smiled around Derek’s lips and when the man drew back an inch, panting, Stiles grinned wider. “Did it work? Or are we going to need to see Deaton?”
“Please never talk about Deaton while I’m kissing you again.”
“So it that a yes or—”
Derek moved forward and caught his lips again and Stiles pretty sure this was very irresponsible. He was pretty sure kissing didn’t break spells, but he wasn’t complaining right now. Not one bit. Still though, the next time Derek snuck off for ‘werewolf stuff’ Stiles was so sneaking along.
The Sourwolf needed him, it seemed.
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I was hoping someone would send this one just so I could figure out how to write it. The fluff was unintentional. It usually is. But thank you for the prompt, friend!
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#teen wolf#sterek#derek hale#stiles stilinski#accidental fluff in a nonfluffy prompt#what can you do#prompts
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𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐊𝐈 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑
𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐄
𝐚/𝐧- hi i really don’t know how to work tumblr so i’m going to try my best!!
WARNINGS: nsfw, public s*x, oral s*x (female receiving)
word count: 2017
3RD PERSON POV
stiles quickly gathers his clothes and heads out of the lydia's bedroom. he closes the door and heads out to the stairway. he runs down the stairs and up to you.
"okay so i need a quick favor" he whisper shouts. "no hello? how are you?" you chuckle. "stop messing around, i need you to kiss me"
"what?" you say. "you heard me y/n, kiss me" the blonde girl heads down the stairs quickly as stiles pulls you in. you feel sparks fly all across the room, stiles and you hear the unknown girl scoff and open the front door. she slams it shut, but you two still keep your lips onto each other's.
it felt like it was only you two in the room, but in reality kira, scott, and lydia were watching you guys. "uhm, guys she's gone now" kira yells. stiles slowly pulls away from you and you are left breathless.
"wow" you mutter under your breath. stiles distraught face slowly turns into a smirk. "hey" you shout in a whisper and hit stiles arm. "what was that for" he grits. "hmm nothing"
"y/n, tell me" he says as he comes closer to you. you slowly back away inching closer to the wall. the others watch in amusement as stiles still heads closer. "stiles, i swear to god if you don't stop following me i will chop off your dick" you say.
he stops in his tracks then chuckles. "oh sweet, innocent, little y/n. you think i'm scared of you" he says. in a instant he runs toward you and pins you against the wall. "any last words y/n l/n" he says in an evil voice.
"suck. my. dick." you say, you quickly get out of his grip and start to run up the stairs. you head to the first open door. you quickly slip in and shut the door. a few seconds later you hear the door squeak open and see a familiar face pop in.
he grins at you and quickly closes the door. the brown- haired boy quickly tackles you onto the bed and starts to tickle you. you feel hotness start to fill your body as he continues to tickle around it.
you try to push him off of you, but he continues to tickle you. the heat rising to your cheeks as his hand accidentally brushed against your nipple. you moan out in instinct as he stops dead in his tracks and slowly gets off of you.
a series of 'sorry' and 'oh my gosh' slip past his mouth. you grab his wrist and pull him onto the bed. "it's okay, it's not a big deal" you say while laughing. he nods unsurely but goes back to tickling you.
a few weeks later
tension still builds up when you and stiles cross paths. you haven't been hanging out that often ever since what happened at lydia's house. "you need to start talking to him" she says. you think of a way to get out of talking to him but nothing comes to mind.
"for real y/n, you can't just ignore him forever" kira states. "that's what i was planning on doing" you spit out. the girls look at you with a 'if you don't talk to him i'll kill you' face. "okay, okay i get the memo" you murmured
"what did you say" alison teases. "OKAY ILL TALK TO HIM" you shout out. the girls eyes widen but then slowly wander around you as the feel of hot breath fans the top of your head. "so what are my girls talking about" stiles says in a sing-song voice.
you turn around to face him, his chocolate brown eyes find their way to your bright blue eyes. his eyes quickly look down to your lips, then back to your eyes once again. he licks his lips as everything and everyone seem to be in slo-motion.
his arms wrap around you in a quick move and tightens. "i've missed you" he whispers in my ear. "me too" you say into his chest. you pull apart and are faced with an empty hallway. "oh shit, were late".
time skip
by the time class is over, it is time for lunch. you head out of the classroom but before you can make your way into stiles jeep and unknown figure pulls you back. "hey! i'm carter, i was wondering if you want to go on a date" he says.
you give him a disgusted look and try to get out of his grip. "come on baby, just one date" he pleads. "get the fuck off of me" you huff out. you see stiles walk over to you and give a confused look.
"oh there is my boyfriend, got to go" you say. you finally get out of his grip and run up to stiles. before he can say anything you grave the sides of his face and pull him into a lingering kiss.
he grunts into the kiss when you pull on his golden brown locks. he grips your thighs and picks you up like you weight nothing. he leads his way into a classroom and shuts the door.
you pull away from his newly bruised lips and sigh out a breath of relief. "thank you stiles" you huff out. "what was that for" he questions still a little shocked. "some creepy guy was trying to ask me on a date, i said no and he wouldn't let me go. i told him you were my boyfriend"
"oh" he says as his smile fades off his face. "what’s wrong” you say with a frown. “nothing” you decide to do something risky. you push him onto the teachers desk. you walk over to the classroom door and lock it. “stiles, tell me what’s wrong.” you say in a whimper.
his breath hitches as you climb on top the desk and straddle his lap. you bend down to give him a kiss, his presses up to your lips and quickly flips you two over. he bends down to your ear “we could get caught at anytime, by my dad or scott” he whispers.
“the thought of that makes me want to fuck you even more” you groan out in pleasure as you clench your thighs to relieve the burning sensation. he discards you’re skirt and throws it onto the ground.
next he rips off your panties and pulls your body to the edge of the desk. "let me please you baby" he groans he kneels onto the floor and places both legs over his shoulders. he starts by licking a stripe up your slit. then he slowly sucks on your tiny bud.
"i'll have you screaming my name by the time i'm done with you" he says and smirks into your heat. "i've always imagined your thighs wrapped around my head" he chuckles which makes you moan.
"already moaning for me baby" he says. he dives in and starts to lick all around your little hole. "you're so wet for me gorgeous" he smirks. you moan out, your stomach already clenching filled with butterflies.
"stiles, please" you moan out. he starts to go faster then out of nowhere he sticks his tongue into your tiny hole. he thrusts it in and out in a fast, then slow pace. "stiles, please oh my gosh" you moan out.
he hits your g-spot and you let out a loud whimper. he chuckles which makes you moan even louder. the sensation building up causes you to wrap your thighs around his head tighter. "he takes his hands and harshly spreads them apart. you still try to move around and wiggle your legs but he won't budge.
'stiles' his name falls out of your mouth like a prayer. you continue repeating his name as you hear his slurping up all of your juices. he sucks on your little bud and you decide to pull on his hair. you pull slightly which makes him groan out. you moan even louder.
"STILES" you'd scream as your orgasam hits. your legs start to shake, juices flowing everywhere. he still sucks on your bud in attempt to play out your high. once the shaking starts to stop he pulls away and pulls you into a kiss.
"i told you i'd have you screaming my name" he smiles. you huff out a laugh and he helps you put on your clothes. you wrap your arms around his neck and he lifts you up once again. "let's take this to your jeep" he whispers.
you nod against his chest and he walks out of the school and heads towards his jeep. he places you down onto the ground and opens the jeep door for you. he gets in on the other side and locks the doors.
"i've always fantasized you fucking me in your jeep, the windows fogging up, and your cock hitting all the righ-" he shocks you by pulling him onto his lap. "then let's make that happen" he says with a smirk.
you quickly discard your top, he does too. he stares at you in awe as you place kisses all around his sweet spot. right when you hit the spot he grunts out. you smirk into his neck as he quickly unclip your bra and throws it to the side.
he places his hands on top of your breasts and gives them a squeeze. you whimper a little as he places his warm lips onto your nipple. he licks the tip then slowly bites down onto it.
he gives the same amount to attention to the other breast. once he is done he lifts you off of him and places you onto the other seat. you get the hint and you quickly remove your sweats and panties.
he slides his jeans and boxers off then grabs you again and places you into his lap. you trace the moles on his face until he stops you.
“are you sure?” he says. you nod.
his cock messed around in your folds and he slowly pushes in. “stilessss” you drag out. he lets you get adjusted then starts to slowly thrust in and out of you.
you grab the back of his neck and you pull him into a kiss. you already feel the burning sensation at the pit of your stomach. every thrust the pleasure becomes more.
he grabs onto your ass as he quickly makes out with you. his cock slides in and out of you with ease and he hits your spot. your tongue quickly stops exploring his as you moan out and roll your eyes back.
he grunts out once again “baby are you close” he asks. you give him a quick nod and his thrusts begin to move faster than ever before. the jeep shakes as you two both chase your high.
you don’t care whether or not anyone is watching. all you care about it to reach your high. he continually whispers dirty things inside your ear as you clench around him.
your high finally approach’s as you cum around his cock. you start to shake from pleasure as he releases inside of you. you slowly come down from your high as he slips out of you and you groan at the emptiness in your body.
you both sigh in tiredness as you now notice the people recording outside of your car. he flips them off as he quickly pulls his top over you. you both quickly get dressed as you hear a knock on the window.
stiles rolls down the window and there were faced with sheriff stilinski. “oh, uhm, hi dad” stiles says in a creaky voice. sheriff stilinski glances at you, your messed up hair, wonky face.
“i was just coming to see what all the commotion was about, but now i know” he says. you blush as he turns away and quickly heads away from the car. “what the fuck”
#stiles stilinksi x reader#teen wolf stiles#stiles x lydia#stiles stilinski#stiles stilinksi imagine#scott x stiles#teen wolf#teen writer#scott mccal imagine#gay smut#smuttish#smut time#smut thoughts#smut tw#smutty
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