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ℛ𝑒𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓈 ?
🔞 • smut 🎀-fluff 💥-angst

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@stilessp
 𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽
ℛ𝑒𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓉𝓈 ?
🔞 • smut 🎀-fluff 💥-angst
Hey, I just want to say that I love your work and I am so sorry to bother you, I just wanted to ask if you could do a Stiles Stillinski smut??
It's totally OK if you can't.
Hey it’s no bother diva, I’ll do it soon I’ve been so busy because of the heatwave and stuff but I will deffo write soon!!
a little too good
dry humping with frat!peter parker x fem!reader
summary:
"i don't know what kind of losers you've been with, but i'm not about to get off to some middle school level action, okay?"
"care to be proven wrong?"
wc: just shy of 2k!
cw: dry humping, heavy making out, teasing, alcohol consumption (so ig kinda dubcon but them being drunk is not the focus of this at all), starts kinda cocky!peter and then sub!peter comes out 😈
blond frat!peter makes me feral!!!! happy first day of kinktober sluts!!!
masterlist, taglist, and kinktober 2025 masterlist!
"ugh, that's disgusting! they're literally getting off ten feet from us, hello?!" gwen yelled over the music, beer sloshing from the solo cup in her hand as she stumbled over to where you and the rest of your friends were sitting.
you looked to where she was pointing, noticing a girl you'd seen in passing on one of the brothers' laps — going to fucking town. to say they were dry humping was an understatement, and you weren't sure if either of them knew which was their own tongue anymore.
you shook your head with a chuckle, taking a sip from your own cup. "wouldn't be the first time i've seen someone cum at a frat party. you guys are fucking freaks."
gwen shared a knowing laugh with you as peter whipped his head towards you, a mixture between a frown and bewilderment sloppily lacing his features.
"what the hell are you on about?"
"come on, you remember last year when-"
"no, no i remember vividly, please don't remind me," peter sat up taller, scooting closer on the couch and looking down at you. "them, over there. they're just making out, that is nothing like last year."
you rolled your eyes at him, chugging the rest of the beer in your hands and setting your cup to the side. "yeah, but look at her hips. no way he's lasting much longer at that speed."
"oh whatever, like anyone's ever cum from a little dry humping." peter took a sip of his drink and cringed slightly as he watched the couple continue.
you rose to sit up higher, crossing your arms and matching the defensive energy he was putting up. "there's no way you're serious right now, parker."
"what?" he met you with a shrug, looking to gwen for backup. she held her hands up and walked away, not looking to get involved in the argument.
"you may be cocky, but you're not that stupid, right? i'm pretty sure anyone could finish from that. i don't even know how she hasn't cramped yet." you looked towards the couple who hadn't slowed once. it made you wince, the ghost ache in your hips.
"i don't know what kind of losers you've been with, but i'm not about to get off to some middle school level action, okay?" it was said playfully, but you couldn't help but feel like rising to a challenge that wasn't even proposed.
"fine then. let's go upstairs, parker."
you watched peter's eyes widen, his cocky and egotistical resolve cracking for a moment. he regained it quickly, though, leaning dangerously close towards you.
"what, think you're so special over here? got some moves you think i haven't seen before?"
you gave him a smirk and watched as the crack in his demeanor expanded just slightly. "maybe you just don't know what you're in for."
peter's lips mirrored yours as his eyes fixated on the words that fell from them. it had been months of this cat-and-mouse game with you, a flirtatious, more than friendship that was aching to go somewhere. peter didn't know where that somewhere was, but he was hoping tonight might give him an idea.
he didn't say another word as he grabbed your hand as led you up the stairs to his room, shaking his head in dismissal at the hoots and hollers from the other frat brothers. if they only knew.
he opened the door and rushed you inside, mentally face-palming at just how eager he was. you hadn't even touched him yet, and he was painfully hard — something that was not helping his case.
he regained his composure, strutting to his bed before falling back on it and leaning against the headboard. peter intertwined his hands behind his head, his soft blond hair messy on his forehead as he stared at you with wild and amused eyes.
"well? i'm clearly waiting."
you rolled your eyes as you sauntered towards him, the look in your eyes sure to give off your nefarious intentions.
you let a playful smile dance on your lips as you crawled towards him on the bed, ensuring your shirt had gaped just enough to give him a view. you celebrated the reward of watching his adam's apple bob hesitantly in his throat, his eyes lingering all across your body. the build up was part of it — that was your entire point. that build-up could be sexy and enough on its own when done right.
you finally reached peter's lap and swung a leg over, carefully planting yourself down onto him. it wasn't intentional that you were in a short, loose skirt, but it was a serendipitous aid in your argument right now.
you lifted slightly to readjust, to position yourself precisely along the outline of peter's impressive bulge through his slacks. the minor movement alone was enough to elicit an involuntary hiss to fall sharply from his lips, a blush accompanying the betraying noise.
peter shook his head as he laughed, his hands snaking their way to the curves of your hips with a soft squeeze. "whatever. i said i wouldn't cum, i never said i wouldn't like it."
you flashed him a smile as you placed your hands on his chest, taking the opportunity to soak in just how good he looked tonight. you didn't know what was in the air that made tonight different, but all the times you'd dreamed of tugging at that bleached-blond hair had left you hungry, and tonight you weren't backing down.
you rolled your hips forward slowly, testing the waters as you watched the way his face contorted in pleasure. peter's hands tightened on your hips, and a deep growl echoed in his chest. you gave him a smirk as you did it again, and you decided to leap right into the deep end.
your lips were quick to attack the open space on his neck, his warm skin in between your teeth as you began to set a slow but firm pace with your hips. it wasn't long before peter was helping you, his hands dragging you along him as he fought the urge to buck up into you.
"s-shit. that's good."
you kissed the love bites left behind on his neck and trailed your way up to his cheeks, meeting his eyes as you picked up your pace.
"yeah, pete? sure it doesn't feel a little too good?" you teased, hands making their way up to the only place they've wanted to be since you met him.
the moan in his throat cut off the weak "no" peter had prepared as you tangled your fingers in his locks, tugging harshly and whipping his head backwards. you never lost pace as you did so, sloppily kissing your way around his exposed neck. your fingers stayed in his hair, scratching at his scalp and tugging the loose curls, and peter parker was officially putty in your hands.
you thought the moment the two of you finally collided, peter would be the one in control. he'd be the one narrating the scene, controlling your body with the strings of a marionette. what an insatiable discovery it was to be wrong.
peter was so much more vocal than you'd anticipated, whines and groans echoing throughout his room so loud he was drowning out the speaker blaring trashy music downstairs. now, there was a new symphony in your ears, and you couldn't get enough of it.
your hips kept in rhythm with what he gave you through song, a dance only the two of you could've known.
"f-fuck, baby. i didn't know it could feel like this." peter groaned into your ear, his head fully resting on your shoulder now as your pace got him breathless.
peter had lost all self-control, all sense of humility as he tried to match your pace and chase you with his hips. through the thin material of his pants, he could feel your wetness spreading across the fabric, the slick only adding to the friction against his painfully hard cock.
"please," he whimpered, barely audible as the once cocky, egocentric peter parker was wrapped around your finger. "kiss me."
your hips stuttered for a moment, the intimate request taking you aback. you weren't shy, clearly, but the genuine tone behind his innocent plea shook something in your core.
you kissed him for the first time, unable to shut out the fireworks in your stomach as his needy lips nipped at yours, his tongue fighting not for dominance, but out of necessity.
you had lost yourself before remembering your place, determination to prove a point outweighing months of pent-up feelings. you resumed the movement of your hips, hard and fast as you continued to consume his plump lips.
peter groaned into the kiss, hips twitching underneath you. "fuck, s'too much."
you tugged his head up by his hair, forcing eye contact with him as you held the brutal tempo of the song peter was losing track of. he'd started it, and you were determined to finish it.
"what was that, baby?" you teased, slowing your hips momentarily.
"fuck, don't stop. please, need you." he begged.
begged. peter parker was begging you to let him finish. never had you thought you'd see the day.
"admit it," you growled, grinding harshly but ever so slowly against him. "admit that you can cum from just this first."
peter was a shade of desperation you'd never seen before, need hanging from his every expression.
"please, baby. i'm sorry, i was wrong," he thrusted up into you, holding your hips down firmly against the movement.
the strength he had came out of nowhere, lanky peter parker holding you firmly in place as he continued to rut up into you, eyes pinched shut in pleasure.
"you can make me cum just like this, please. please, let me. let me cum, please."
you can. it was possessive, in a way you hadn't expected from peter. he was at your complete mercy, and the thought alone was enough to push you over the edge.
"peter, cum for me, god please." you moaned as you tried your best to move in his grasp, trembling in his grasp as you came undone yourself.
watching you fall apart on top of him was exactly what did it for peter, the sight releasing a dam holding on by a singular thread. he gave one more sharp thrust as he came, a strangled groan leaving his throat as he felt his cock twitch violently against the soft fabric of his briefs.
warmth flooded underneath you as you soaked your own underwear, leaking onto his slacks and bleeding with the mess left behind by hs own leaking cock.
you were both left breathless as you collapsed on top his chest, heavy panting echoing throughout his room.
peter choked out a chuckle as he reached his arms around you, wrapping you in a tight hug. it was genuine, and the same butterflies from the kiss earlier came back with a vengeance.
you looked up at him, his laughter contagious. "what's up with you?"
"i've just never been so happy to be proven wrong."
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Just admit it
Stiles stilisnki x fem|reader
Warnings : angst, kissing, some swears, jealous stiles, mentions of sex, use of YN (your name), underage drinking
Summary: you and stiles are best friends, or so you thought.
Guys I got logged out for a while but ya girls back now I’m gunna be posting a little something soonnnn…who should I do it about?
Give me ideas of what to write about in my inbox 💕
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Stiles stilisnki
Rafe Cameron
Tim Bradford
Stefan salvatore
WHY IS THERE NO NICK MILLER OR PACEY WITTER SMUTS???????? IM HESRTBROKEN 💔💔💔💔💔
Netflix & Chill
Tim Bradford x fem!reader
MDNI, warnings: smut, fingering, fluff
The List - Jim Halpert x F!Reader Smut
A/N : This is an AU where Pam marries Roy and leaves Scranton. Reader takes over her position as receptionist. This is loosely inspired off the PDA episode from Season 7. I pictured S2-S3 Jim when I wrote this.
Working a dead end office job had its perks. Very few, but there were some to name. Being able to sneakily play solitaire throughout the day. The fun albeit ridiculous parties thrown by Michael. But by far the best thing about working in reception at Dundler Mifflin was Jim Halpert.
His desk being merely a few feet away from yours gave you every opportunity to sneak glances at the handsome salesman. Out of all the hobbies you had, sneakily eye fucking Jim Halpert was your favorite one. You loved the way his arms flexed whenever he leaned back in his chair. The way his head gently tilted back, revealing his neck and small stubble. The way his floppy brown hair swooped over his forehead, perfectly framing his face. But he was Jim, and you were you.
𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐓𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋, written by cup1dluvhs
˖ ࣪ 𝜗𝜚 jim gets into a fight with roy and defends you during the basketball game after roy slaps your ass in front of everyone, and one thing leads to another..
| warnings: assault, fluff, kinda smutty?
| taking requests!
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you held the handrails as you stepped down the staircase into the warehouse, pam at your side as you moved hastily due to the heels on your feet. you regretted not wearing those pink flats you had bought yourself over the weekend.
michael had decided out of nowhere that it’d be fun to hold a basketball game with the office versus the warehouse, but you could tell by the way everyone hesitantly agreed that no one wanted to be here on a monday morning. i mean, anything was better than working, though.
‘so who are you rooting for?’ pam asked you, brushing some of her curls behind her ear as she stepped down the remaining steps of the staircase.
‘oh, the office. jim told me i better be shouting words of encouragement the whole game or else.’ you said, giving her a smile which quickly faded when you saw the look on her face.
‘no. no, pam. it’s nothing. please don’t do this again.’ you moaned as you followed her down to what had been marked as the sidelines, the court all ready and set up.
‘i just don’t know why the two of you haven’t just gotten together already. it’s obvious you both like each other.’ pam said, shrugging her shoulders.
‘shut up, he’s coming!’ you squeaked as your eyes met with jim’s as he walked toward you, roy at his side.
‘hey. sorry you have to watch this. i know you’d much rather be upstairs playing games on your computer.’ jim said as he came within closer proximity of you, his words leaving you letting out breathy giggles, an action which triggered pam to zone out of her conversation with roy and look at you.
‘don’t worry about it halpert. it’ll all be worth it if you win, though.’ you said, titling your head playfully at him.
the action caused his eyes to linger on you a little longer than they should have, his gaze fixated on the adorable look on your pretty face.
‘well, i’ll do the best i can for you. by the way, that only applies if your screaming for me the whole time.’ jim said, a smirk playing at his lips.
before you could respond, michael’s voice boomed loudly across the warehouse, signalling it was time for the teams to gather.
‘good luck. don’t get hurt.’ you said, reaching forward and patting his arm encouragingly. you could feel pam’s gaze burning into the side of your face.
jim was about to say something, that was before roy had turned to face you away from pam.
‘hey, y/n. if i win, can i get a minute alone with you?’ he said, a loud laugh erupting from him the second the words spilled from his mouth.
to say you were disgusted was an understatement, and when you turned to look for help from pam, she was staring at the floor with glossy eyes.
jim however, had clenched fits and knuckles that were going white. he was mad. anyone who ever spoke about you like that in front of him would for sure know not to do it again by the time he was finished with them.
‘hey man, do you mind?’ jim said sternly, turning his body toward roy, practically shielding him from getting to you. god, you loved when he got like this. this wasn’t the first time roy or anyone from the warehouse had hit on you.
‘why don’t you mind your own business, halpert? if the lady has a problem with it why doesn’t she tell me herself?’ he said, turning to look at you with an expectant look, a ‘hm?’ sound coming from his mouth before he walked off to join his team at the center of the court.
jim looked as if he were about to explode, his demeanour darkening considerably after roy had left, his eyes staring daggers into the back of his head.
without thinking, you grabbed his face and pulled it back to look at you, your eyes fixated on his.
‘don’t worry about him. in fact, make him pay for it on the court. yeah?’ you said to him, you hand slowly sliding off of his face and down his chest, before resuming its previous position back at your side.
‘what do you want me to do to him?’ he said, leaning forward slightly so that he was out of earshot of pam. even though roy was being an asshole, he knew she wouldn’t want to hear of any plans to physically hurt her fiancée.
‘whatever you want. anything.’ you said softly, looking up at him with your big eyes.
‘anything i want? you are playing a dangerous game, sweetheart.’ he said, his words practically making your knees buckle, your cheeks going blood red at the nickname.
‘just don’t kill him, okay?’ you said, smiling at him as he nodded and turned away, leaving to join his team in the center of the court.
you turned to pam, hoping that she wasn’t angry or mad at you. yes, it wasn’t your fault roy had hit on you, but you could still imagine that she wouldn’t be too keen on talking to you.
‘pam, i’m sorry.’ you said, stepping closer to your colleague, a reassuring arm finding its way on her shoulder.
‘that’s not your fault, y/n. just wish he’d say that stuff to me.’ she mumbled, leaning her head against your shoulder. roy could live a thousand lifetimes and never deserve pam.
the blowing of a whistle suddenly snapped you out of your thoughts, and you found your eyes fixated on jim the moment the ball went into the air. you hated sports, but right now, you could make an exception.
a few minutes had gone by of non stop scoring on the warehouses behalf, and you were still wondering what exactly jim was planning to do to get roy back. the moment that you had conjured that thought, roy’s elbow was swinging into jim’s nose.
‘what the fuck?’ you said, taking a few steps forward out of shock. no whistle had been blown to indicate that anything roy had done was out of line.
almost instantly, the excuses came flooding out of his mouth, a smug look on his face which you knew was bound to make jim want to punch him. and he didn’t punch him, but he did shove him.
roy had squared up on jim afterward, and a flood of empty threats spilled out of his mouth. michael thankfully called for half time, because you were sure that roy was going to end up dead if they were to continue arguing.
jim walked in your direction with a pissed off look on his face, sweat coating his forehead as he reached forward and grabbed the bottle of water you had held out for him to take. as he drank, you then realised he had never looked hotter.
he had blood on his face from the elbow in the nose he had received from roy, and his hair was disheveled almost perfectly that it seemed unnatural. it took you an embarrassingly long amount of time to realise you were staring.
‘is your nose okay?’ you asked, breaking the silence as he handed the water back to you.
‘don’t worry about it, y/n.’ he said bluntly, brushing his hair away from his face as he avoided your gaze.
‘hey, come on. don’t get mad over roy. he’s an idiot, and you’re way smarter and better looking anyway.’ you said, unable to stop the words from coming out of your mouth. oh boy.
‘oh yeah?’ jim said, a smirk playing on his lips as he observed the flustered expression on your face.
although, before you could make any attempt to respond, you felt a slapping sensation on a certain part of your body and an all familiar laugh come from behind you.
there was no point in making any attempt to stop jim from tackling roy to the ground, because you knew you wouldn’t be able to stop him. but there was no harm in trying.
‘jim, come on stop!’ you said, trying to grab onto his arms as he threw punch after punch on roy’s face, some of the guys from the warehouse now gathering around in attempt to pull jim off of roy.
michael had begun to chant ‘fight’, but was quickly silenced by a stern look from pam while she was trying to grab roy away from jim.
once jim had finally been pulled away by a total of four guys, he stormed out of the warehouse and back in the direction of the office, and it didn’t take you long to run right after him.
‘jim, slow down!’ you called after him as you followed in his footsteps back into the office, finding him standing next to your desk with his head in his hands.
‘hey.’ you said softly, walking up to him and pulling his hands away from his face, an expression on his face that you had not yet seen before.
‘god, y/n. i don’t think i’ve ever been more angry in my life.’ he said, his gaze avoiding yours as you found your face flushing slightly.
‘well, thanks. i shouldn’t be encouraging this behaviour but in this case i will. i appreciate what you did for me.’ you said, your tone genuine as he finally let his eyes meet yours. all of a sudden, he started laughing. and you did too.
‘he’s pathetic.’ he said, shaking his head and releasing another laugh before silence fell between the two of you, and both of your eyes interlocked.
you cleared your throat, walking toward his desk while playing with your fingers. you were nervous to be in a room alone with him. you weren’t sure if this had ever happened before.
‘y/n.’ jim said, following after you and standing in front of you, your back to his desk as you racked your brain for something to say.
you turned around, picking up a pen on his desk, before examining it closer. god, you were hopeless.
‘you know, i heard the factory where they make these isn’t far from here.’ you said, feeling his presence closer behind you. you were nervous to turn around.
‘y/n.’ he repeated, this time more desperately. you felt your heart rate quicken as you turned around, and the second you did, his hands were on either side of your face and his lips were meeting yours hungrily.
‘jim.’ you breathed in between each moment your mouths weren’t connected, a soft hum coming from him telling you he was in no place to stop.
your lips moved together like a rhythm, his tongue brushing your bottom lip before slipping into your mouth, soft moans emitting from you as one of his hands fell down to your thigh, his fingers tracing circles on your skin.
his other hand fell down from your neck and both slipped around the back of your legs, lifting you onto his desk effortlessly. a few things on his desk fell of and clattered on the floor, but he was too focused on you to care.
his lips fell from yours to your neck, his mouth working against your skin almost as if he’d memorised all the right spots to kiss. his tongue brushed against your skin and teeth nipped your neck, and you were sure there would be marks by the time he was done with you.
you moaned loudly, not being able to help yourself from biting back the noises you were so desperate to make.
‘hey, as much as i love hearing those pretty noises, i don’t want anyone else to hear them except for me, yeah? think you can be quieter?’ he muttered to you, his head dropping back down to your neck, resuming the same pattern he was before.
you nodded profusely, not wanting him to stop anytime soon.
‘let me hear you say it.’ he said against your skin, his fingers digging into your thighs.
‘i’ll be quiet, i promise.’ you practically moaned out, your hand going to the back of his neck to pull his hair as a way to relieve the tension in your body.
‘good girl.’ he said, his words alone making you want to moan even louder then you had before.
‘you have no idea how long i’ve wanted to do this, do you?’ he questioned, his hands gripping your thighs and lifting the tight pencil skirt you wore further and further upward.
‘jim, i really don’t wanna do this in the office.’ you said, placing your hands on top of his to prevent him from going any further.
‘good point.’ he said, giving your neck one last kiss before pulling away from you, letting you slip off his desk and readjust your clothes.
he watched you as you did so, and couldn’t help but stare. god, you were so perfect. he didn’t know how he’d lasted this long without touching you the way he’d done a minute before.
‘we should probably go back down there. and i presume you do wanna see me slap the shit out of roy, right?’ you said with a smug look on your face, your smile widening the minute you saw jim’s eyes immediately lighting up.
‘oh you wouldn’t.’ he said, his gaze fixated on you to see if there was any sign you weren’t going to do what you said you were.
‘wanna bet?’ you said, turning your back to him and walking back toward the direction of the warehouse, giggling to yourself at the sound of jim’s gasp and his footsteps close behind yours.
Hate game • Stiles stillinski
warnings: 18+, smut, enemies to lovers, oral, needy stiles, dry humping (alison is alive in this!!)
summary: when the pack goes to mexico you have to share a room with stiles but you hate eachother.
i fucking hate you!
stiles stilinski x virgin!reader
warnings: 18+ kissing, tension, jealous stiles, swearing, p in v, oral, dry humping, eating pussy, WRAP BEFORE YOU TAP!! pure smut. also its not proof read. *do not copy my work*(more than welcome to like + reblog❣️)
summary: you and the pack go camping, exited until you and stiles who both hate each other have to share a tent..
*him in this gif oh my lord.. daddy.*
Hi! First time asking but- maybe JJ with a reader who is innocent but not dump and hear me out- he walks on her humping a pillow mb? And decided to help
Can I be the ๑ anon?
Hi yes you can! I loved this request so much, thank you for sending it, i hope i did it justice.
Helping Hand
jj maybank x reader
wc: 1,524
It was no secret that you had a massive crush on JJ. Everyone seemed to know except JJ. The two of you were best friends, practically inseparable. JJ knew it was wrong but he couldn’t seem to care. Every night he fisted his cock to the thought of you. He thought you were way out of his league.
The way you’d go skipping by him in little bikinis had him groaning and a bulge forming in his shorts. He was always so hard around you it was actually a problem. You were just this innocent little thing he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable at all. So for now you lived in his deepest fantasy but somehow you were good friends.
THE ARMS. THE HAIR. HIM. UGH GIVE ME A CHANCE PLEASE 🙏🙏🙏🙏
imagine rafe throwing you around the bed, kissing down your body slowly until he gets to your panties. He rips them off your naked body lowering himself down to your core placing 2 fingers at your entrance and pushing them both in slowly while sucking and flicking your clit with his mouth and tongue and rubbing himself against the bed letting out low groans as he edges you, making you squirt all over his face.
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This was posted on my other account @obsessedxx
*DO NOT COPY OR TRANSLATE MY WORK*
feel free to reblog the hell out of it tho pookies
mexico
stiles stillinski x bsf reader
warnings : smut, pet names, oral, swearing
*Do not copy or translate my work*
not proof read sorry if there’s some mistakes!
which one guys
dylan o’brien smut
dylan o’brien fluff
stiles using his mouth on you . . .
warnings: pet names, praising, female & male oral receiving, masturbation(?).
dayummmmm