a/n: i know i am so so late and i apologise but the way i thought would be best to write this is headcanons so i hope it’s good enough for you, angel! :3
•he names your herbs. like fully gives them dumb tech-style names and insists it helps him “organise the magic inventory”
•stiles is completely in awe of you, like full on “my girlfriend can literally bend reality???” energy, but he tries to play it cool and fails every time.
•you don’t even always mean to use magic, it just happens when you’re overwhelmed, and stiles is the only person who can calm you down fast enough to stop it spiralling.
•he gets weirdly protective of you too, even though you’re objectively more dangerous than everyone around you, because he’s like “yeah but you still trip over your own shoes sometimes”.
•you heal him more times than you can count, and one time he said a joke, “dating a witch is the best, i mean free healthcare am i right?” while nudging someone’s shoulder but no one laughs. “tough crowd.”
•he acts brave about your spooky grimoire but absolutely refuses to read it alone at night.
a/n: i really hope this wasn’t cringe or cliche🥲 also, i know i didn’t write much for this but if u want more lmk!
I’m at the point where being anywhere online is just.. so unbelievably exhausting?? Like everyone is so negative and angry ALL THE TIME. Not even just politically (tho duh), but everyone has to comment something. It’s like watching humanity learn to hate itself from every side. Then I sit and watch Youtube, mostly gaming videos from non-problematic folks, and i feel like I’m wasting my time?
Gang idk. I’m so tired. I’m so fucking tired. And everyone is mad about everything, and I’m mad, but I’m too tired to do anything.
F - fluff S - smut A - angst
♡ - series ☆ - one shot ◇ - imagines and drabbles
last updated - 19/05/2026
@bamboozledbird ——————————
☆ goodbye n go | F.
⤷ the thing is, stiles isn’t an idiot. he’s stupid, but he isn’t dumb. he knows that it’s not normal to think about your best friend like this. that being so intensely attuned to the curve of her spine when she stretches or the hint of citrus that clings to her hair after she showers isn’t exactly platonic.
@bellsamorelle ——————————
☆ do you feel bonita? | F.
⤷ kissing stiles and the lipstick of yours transfers to his, laughing when doesn’t notice it.
@bonniebird ——————————
☆ stiles stilinski x fem!reader | F.
⤷ "i can name three werewolves and one scandalous fact about the barbie franchise, does that help?"
@castielsloversblog ——————————
☆ stiles stilinski x fem!reader | F.
⤷ the second the catcall hit the air, you felt the shift. stiles immediately tensed beside you, his body going rigid as his jaw tightened. you could tell by the way his eyes darted to the guy that he was already weighing his options, whether to confront the guy, ignore it, or somehow make the awkward situation go away.
@companionjones ——————————
☆ first you knew susika, then, you knew stiles | A.
☆ stuck in traffic | F.
⤷ you meet a boy while stuck in a traffic jam.
@dancingwithdylan21 ——————————
☆ single | F.
⤷ stiles tries to plan a camping trip for his son and the reader doesn’t make it easy for him.
@elovestowrite ——————————
◇ stiles x witch!longtimebestfriend!reader headcanons
@em-ontv ——————————
☆ hit and fall | F.
⤷ stiles has been pining after you for years now, and this was his chance to woo you, at a lacrosse game, but nothing ever really goes his way, does it?
@fairyyobrien ——————————
☆ avoided love | F.
⤷ (this takes place in Season 3b. void stiles x reader) *no major warnings just be prepared to be turned on by badass stiles* (make out sesh)
@fclsebnnyodair ——————————
☆ loser stiles and his out-of-his-league pretty girlfriend | F.
⤷ when stiles finally asks you to be his girlfriend and you say yes, he can’t believe it —and he’s not the only one. you two come in very different fonts. but, you’re so quick to prove him and his self-deprecation that you like him, fully and shamelessly.
@magical-reid ——————————
☆ in another league | F.
⤷ stiles stilinski, caught in his usual whirlwind of chaos and awkwardness, finds himself hopelessly smitten by you after you unknowingly rock his world by wearing his lacrosse jersey at the pep rally. in a moment of fate, you tease him with a casual compliment, leaving stiles both flustered and hopeful that maybe, just maybe, you’re beginning to notice him too.
@mydearzero ——————————
☆ bribes | S.
⤷ you get paired with stiles to write a paper for coach's class. but when had stilinski grown into his awkward features? when had he grown out his buzzcut? why was he suddenly so insanely fuckable?
@nogitsune-the ——————————
☆ baby steps | A.
⤷ it wasn’t expected and it had all happend so fast, one minute you are sitting in the car heading towards school the next you wake up in the hospital learning you might not ever walk again.
@perseephoneee ——————————
☆ secret santa | F.
⤷ "why did lydia think this was a good idea?" stiles groaned, opening the 'secret santa email.' scott was sitting on his bed doing homework while Stiles debated the merits of ignoring the email.
@seasprincess ——————————
☆ stiles stilinski x female reader | F.
⤷ a chemistry project with a lot of chemistry
◇ kissing practice with bf!stiles
◇ this drabble
@spiderwcd ——————————
☆ get well soon | F.
⤷ y/n has been married to stiles for a year now. but has bills and loans to pay off. when she gets sick, it’s up to stiles to take care of her.
☆ take care of yourself | A.
⤷ the group is searching for their parents and y/n is a psychic and agreed to help them after draining her battery. will she pull through?
@star--stilinski ——————————
☆ stiles stilinski x reader | F.
⤷ at first, stiles didn't even notice it. the way his heart would race and his cheeks would flush; he was used to having that reaction around you. so used to it, in fact, that he had stopped letting it be a distraction. you'd giggle at his joke or look up at him through your lashes and he'd blush, fidget, move on. like his own little routine.
@star-girl-05 ——————————
☆ we're dating? | F.
⤷ “i’m your girlfriend?”
@stargrillzz ——————————
☆ not exactly your tipe | F.
⤷ the most popular and hottest girl...into stiles?
@strawberryglock ——————————
☆ how many drinks? | S.
⤷ a dirty lunchroom hypothetical gets stiles hot and bothered. hopefully no one notices the suspicious placement of his hands over his crotch, especially not you.
♡ stilinski's reputation | S.
⤷ "whatever you do, avoid number twenty-four at all costs"
@sundrop-writes ——————————
☆ blood in the water | A. - [void!stiles]
⤷ being stiles's best friend, you are incredibly worried about him when you figure out that he is quite literally not himself - and that the thing currently occupying his body could be destroying it in the process. when you approach him to show this concern, void takes a particular interest in you. he's not capable of love, or even fondness, but he likes you. and he likes the way your fear spikes when you talk about stiles. so he makes you a deal - he'll agree to take care of this fleshy, mortal host, in exchange for something more precious, more rare, and more delicious than the meal you have brought for stiles. he wants your pain. he wants your tears.
♡ brainwashed | S.
⤷ stiles likes you. he really, really, really likes you. it’s bordering on obsession, but he likes to believe that he has it under control. so when you accidentally leave a pair of your panties in his presence, ripe for the taking, and they’re in his backpack faster than he can blink - he realizes that he might not have it as under control as he would like to think. but he can’t find it to be too much of a problem when he has those panties wrapped around his cock. pt.2
◇ mister mxyztlk
@swansimagines ——————————
◇ imagine being derek’s sister and him finding out that you’re secretly dating stiles
@tomsparkyr ——————————
☆ motel california | F. S.
⤷ when coach tells people the room requirements and the 'no sexual perversions perpetrated' rule by the so-called 'little deviants', it only makes the couple want to break that rule even more.
@touchtheinvisiblestars ——————————
◇ found you
@uhhhj13iguess ——————————
☆ that was the best sleep i've had in months | F.
⤷ after the horrors of mexico, stiles is absolutely exhausted. it seems you were feeling the same.
☆ kiss it better | F. A.
⤷ like the stydia kiss in season three when stiles is having a panic attack, except you're the one panicking and he kisses you!
☆ in his flanne | F.
⤷ you show up for a study session in a particular choice of clothing
☆ stiles, are you hard right now? | S.
⤷ you and stiles make a break for the supply closet the second a fight breaks out at the bank. a series of unfortunate events ensues.
@ursogorgeous13 ——————————
☆ in between stile stilinski | F. S.
⤷ when entering university you never once thought you would find romance, after all you were there for an education. you get paired up with a guy from your psychology class, which happens to blossom a friendship and soon after a relationship.
@voidangxls ——————————
☆ "you're coach's daughter!?" | F.
⤷ you and stiles have been talking recently but he finds out who your dad is.
⋆˚࿔ summary: You pretend to need help with Criminal Law II just to get Sam alone in the dorm. Flirting flies right over his adorably confused head until you kiss him stupid and drop to your knees.
⋆˚࿔ warnings: SMUTT, soft dom-ish Sam once he catches on, mild innocence kink, Sam being painfully earnest and hot about it, come-swallowing, college dorm sex
The dorm room smelled faintly of old books, coffee, and the cedar candle Sam always forgot to blow out. Criminal Law II notes were spread across his narrow bed like battle plans, highlighters in three different colors because of course they were. You sat cross-legged at the foot of the mattress in cutoff shorts and one of his oversized flannel shirts you’d “borrowed” two weeks ago and never returned.
“So,” you said, tapping your pen against your lower lip, “explain the difference between malice aforethought and depraved-heart murder again?”
Sam pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, brow furrowing in that earnest, devastating way that made your stomach flip. “Right. Malice aforethought requires intent to kill or intent to cause serious bodily harm knowing it could result in death. Depraved-heart is more… reckless indifference to human life. Like firing a gun into a crowded room. Extremely high risk, conscious disregard—”
You leaned forward until your cleavage pressed against the edge of the textbook between you. “Mmm. Reckless indifference. Sounds hot when you say it like that.”
He blinked. Once. Twice. Cheeks going faintly pink. “I—uh. Is it… hot? I mean, legally it’s just a mens rea category—”
You laughed under your breath and crawled forward, slow, deliberate, until you were kneeling between his sprawled legs. “Sam.”
“Yeah?” His voice cracked on the single syllable. Adorable.
“I didn’t ask you here to study.”
He swallowed so hard you saw his throat work. “You… you said you were struggling with the felony-murder rule.”
“I was struggling with how long it’s taking you to notice I want to climb you like the Stanford library stacks.”
His mouth opened. Closed. Opened again. “Oh. Oh.” A nervous laugh. “I thought—I mean, I hoped—but I didn’t want to assume because consent is—”
You cut him off by leaning in and brushing your lips over his, soft at first, testing. He froze for half a heartbeat—long enough for doubt to flicker through you—then his big hands came up to cradle your face like you were made of glass, and he kissed you back.
Gentle. Careful. Achingly sweet.
Until you nipped his bottom lip and he groaned into your mouth, control fraying.
You slid down his body, palms dragging over the soft cotton of his T-shirt, feeling the rapid thud of his heart. When you reached the waistband of his jeans he sucked in a sharp breath.
“You don’t have to—”
“I want to.” You popped the button, dragged the zipper down with your teeth just to watch his eyes darken behind those ridiculous glasses. “I really, really want to.”
He was already hard, thick and leaking against the cotton of his boxers. You tugged everything down just enough and wrapped your fingers around him, stroking once, slow. His head thunked back against the wall.
“Fuck,” he breathed, the word sounding almost shocked coming from him.
You smiled, filthy and pleased, then took him into your mouth.
Sam Winchester made the most beautiful broken sounds—half-whimpers, half-curses—fingers threading into your hair without pulling, just holding on like he might float away if he let go. You worked him with tongue and lips and the slightest scrape of teeth until his thighs trembled and his breathing turned ragged.
“Sweetheart—wait—I’m gonna—”
You hollowed your cheeks and sucked harder.
He came with a choked groan, hips jerking, spilling hot and thick down your throat while his thumb stroked reverent circles over your cheekbone.
When you finally pulled off, licking your lips, he looked wrecked—glasses askew, chest heaving, eyes glassy.
“C’mere,” he rasped, hauling you up like you weighed nothing.
You straddled him, grinding down against the sensitive length still twitching between you. He yanked your shorts and panties to the side with shaking hands, not even bothering to take them off.
“Condom?” you managed.
“Wallet. Nightstand.”
You stretched, snagged it, tore the packet with your teeth. He rolled it on with practiced efficiency that made you raise a brow.
“Boy Scout,” he muttered, blushing harder.
Then he was guiding himself to your entrance, both of you gasping when he notched inside. You sank down slowly—inch by torturous inch—until your hips met his and he bottomed out with a low, guttural sound.
For a second neither of you moved. Just breathing each other in. His hands gripped your waist like he was afraid you’d vanish.
Then you rolled your hips.
Sam’s head fell forward, forehead pressed to yours. “God. You feel—”
You clenched around him on purpose.
“—so fucking good.”
He started thrusting up into you—tentative at first, then harder when you moaned his name like a prayer. The bed creaked. Textbooks slid to the floor. You rode him with single-minded focus, chasing that bright edge, nails digging into his shoulders through his shirt.
He slipped a hand between you, thumb finding your clit with surprising accuracy for someone who’d been clueless ten minutes ago.
“Come with me,” he panted against your mouth. “Please. Wanna feel you—”
You shattered first—clenching tight, crying out his name into the crook of his neck. He followed seconds later, hips snapping up hard, burying himself as deep as he could while he pulsed inside you, groaning your name like it was the only word he remembered.
After, you stayed locked together, sweaty and trembling, his arms wrapped around you like he never planned to let go.
He pressed a kiss to your temple, voice hoarse. “So… still need help with felony murder?”
You laughed, breathless, against his throat. “Think I just aced reckless indifference.”
He smiled—shy, sated, stupidly happy—and pulled you down for another slow, lazy kiss.
Criminal law could wait until morning.
✎ᝰA/N: in my head, Stanford!Sam reads so much that he uses reading glasses to avoid vision problems💕
Does anyone know any romance/fantasy books with a MMC like either Stiles Stilinski or Sam Winchester? Ya boi is struggling to find some recommendations.
Dean, those weren't exactly Hallmark memories for me, you know?
What are you talking about? We had some great Christmases.
Whose childhood are you talking about?
okay but, if i started a wip about a paranormal investigator, his older brother, and a witch who are all besties, and the younger brother falls in love with this sweet soft witch, and it’s slow burn and the PI wears flannel..
does it sound too much like a Sam Winchester x Oc thing?
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