summary: 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.
stiles stilinski x fem!reader (no smut sorry babies)
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You were nestled into your boyfriend's neck, the soft flannel material brushing against your cheek and the scent you knew all too well, all of the senses could have made your eyes flutter back closed. You felt a small nudge on your shoulder, groaning and shrugging off the contact, you decided to ignore Stiles’ silent request for you to lift your head up.
It wasn’t until you felt his warm touch brush the hair that had fallen in front of your face away and the palm of his hand stroke your cheekbone, you pulled away from his contact and looked up at him.
His brown eyes looked into your own and he smiled softly at you. He couldn’t help but think you were the most beautiful person he’s ever laid his eyes on. He couldn’t believe he was going out with someone like you. You were beautiful in and out, hence his gut-wrenching crush he’s had on you since the 3rd grade. After long years of pining and certain dreams, he couldn’t thank the supernatural world for existing more as he finally got a chance with you; and boy, did he take it.
At the beginning of your relationship, Scott thought Stiles was joking when he said he kissed you, and you actually kissed him back. He just laughed, patted him on the shoulder and moved on with the subject.
“No, Scott! I’m not kidding.” Stiles said, almost offended. But then he sobered his thoughts and kind of understood Scott because it had taken him 3 hours after your kiss to finally process that he had grown the balls to do that, and apparently you liked it too.
Scott paused momentarily, “Neither am I Stiles, we need to focus on--” Stiles sighed dramatically and flailed his arms around in desperation. Scott paused mid-sentence, tilted his head and waited for his best friend to continue.
“Scott, I kissed her. Like, I actually kissed her!” Stiles smiled widely. Scott remained unconvinced, blinking slowly and scrunched his brows. “You know, when you put your lips on someone else's--”
“Yes, Stiles! I know what kissing is!” The werewolf exasperated, he shook his head. “I just don’t believe it was with her. Y/N? Head cheerleader, popular, smart, way out of your league Y/N?”
“You better believe it, Scotty.” Stiles patted his hand rhythmically on Scott’s back as he began to walk away, intending to walk to his beautiful girlfriend's house.
Scott grabbed onto Stiles’ flannel and yanked him back for more details, “You mean ‘I’ve had a crush on her since 3rd grade, I wish she would look my way and we would get married and have kids’ Y/N?” Scott grew a proud smile the more he said, knowing how down bad his best friend was for this girl.
Stiles nodded frantically and adjusted his flannel, “And she actually kissed you back?” Scott questioned. “Scott, I think 3rd grade me died a little bit when she held my hand, let alone kiss me back.” Stiles jokes.
The two boys looked at each other before high fiving and doing their ‘bro-hug’. Scott congratulated the boy, not hiding his pure excitement for his friend; borderline jumping for joy. The boys gushed over the new relationship for a few more minutes before Stiles snapped out of it and ran out the room, shouting behind him saying he had to get back to his girlfriend who was waiting for him. Scott doing a subtle fist pump as Stiles turned his back.
“Wake up, baby,” He whispered, not wanting to disturb you too much as you wiped the grogginess and sleep off your face. You looked at your surroundings, “We here?”
Stiles looked out the window of the bus, eye twitching at the surroundings. “Not quite…”
The motel looked uncomfortable, old and just overall, definitely violating hundreds of safety codes. The poor attempt at the neon lights brightened up the place in the darkness outside, but did little to make the atmosphere any more homely. But he knew it would be fine for one night, as long as you were by his side the entire night.
Everyone began piling out of the bus, a couple of your friends passing you and giving you two a wink as they noticed the state you and your boyfriend were in; cuddled up close, hands intertwined and Stiles admiring you as if you had hung the stars in the sky. Even in this messed up supernatural world, Stiles found beauty in the horror; and that was you.
Stiles helped you off the bus, his hands never leaving you. He slung an arm around your waist as you stepped onto the concrete and became aware of your surroundings.
It was clear you had the same initial thoughts as Stiles as he read your body language. He rubbed his thumb on the skin between your top and the jeans that hugged your figure, leaning in and kissing the top of your forehead.
As you walked towards your friends and addressed Lydia’s discomfort at the Motel, Stiles had sneaked behind you and hugged you from behind. He rested his head on top of yours and you leaned back into his chest; his arms were locked around your front and you rested your hands on top of his, sighing into the contact.
It felt like you were in a dream, you never wanted to leave this comfortability with Stiles, he was the best boyfriend you could ever ask for.
The Coach’s whistle broke you out of your bliss, snapping your attention to him as he turned away from the Motel and faced the angsty teenagers.
“Listen up. The meet’s been pushed till tomorrow.” You groaned quietly and nestled backwards into Stiles’ chest, he smiled at you. “This is the closest Motel with the most vacancies and least amount of good judgement when it comes to accepting a bunch of degenerates such as yourselves.”
You would protest Coach’s point, but he was completely correct, actually. Who the hell would want 20 odd, hormonal teenagers who definitely have questionable things packed in their bags to stay in your Motel?
“Now, you’ll be pairing up. Choose wisely.”
You and Stiles look at each other, untangling yourself from his hold and intertwining your hands. You pulled him over to the Coach, not seeing Scott raise his brows at Stiles’ smirking face at the idea of spending a night with you in your own room, no parental interruptions, no supernatural; just a boyfriend and girlfriend in each other's company.
Coach noticed the two of you approaching like a couple on their honeymoon and felt the need to clarify something.
“And I’ll have no sexual perversions perpetrated by you little deviants, got that? Keep your dirty little hands to your dirty little selves!” He shouted, looking directly at you. “Especially you, Stilinski and Y/L/N!”
You two dropped your hands expectantly, reluctantly taking a key for different rooms. The boy sighed at you and leaned in to kiss you before you departed over to Lydia and Alisson.
The sound of the Coach’s whistle made you two jump apart before your lips touched. “What did I just say!” Stiles went to protest, “I don’t wanna hear it! Get out of here!”
Stiles groaned and turned away to room with Scott, you loitered back for a moment, just in time to hear the Coach say, “How he managed to get you to go out with him… I’ll never know.” You chuckled to yourself and roomed with your friends.
It had been an hour since you got to your room and settled in, kicking back and chatting to the girls for a while until they decided to shower and get themselves ready for bed. You had begun to set up until you got a message from Stiles.
Stiles: come to my room please i miss you
You smiled at his message, missing him too. And typed out a response.
You: i can’t the girls will see i’ve gone somewhere :((((
Stiles: you’ll be back before they’ve noticed you’re gone i promise
Stiles: baby?
Stiles was typing out more questions, and thinking of other ways to convince you to come over as Scott had left the room to explore the Motel more.
He was confused by your silence until he heard a knock at the door. He stood up, expecting it to be Scott but was braced by your beautiful face as he swung the door open.
He smiled, looking you up and down before tugging you into the room. He kicked the door behind him as he twisted your bodies so your back was facing the room.
Your arms wrapped around his shoulders and you messed with the hair at the nape of his neck, drinking in his appearance and licking your lips. “I missed you, baby.” He groaned in the sexiest voice you think you’ve ever heard in your entire life. “I missed you, too.” You chuckled before connecting your lips.
He leaned into your body as his lips pressed into yours, subtly sneaking his tongue into your mouth. His hands snuck around to your back and held your body against his own, feeling every crevice and worshipping them. His hands explored your back, itching closer as he murmured for you to jump into him.
You obliged and wrapped your legs around his waist, he caught you by planting his hands on your ass. He smiled into his kiss and found himself growing more desperate for you as each second passed.
Your hands tangled in his hair and tugged at it as he walked the pair of you to the rickety bed situated in the middle of the room. He gently placed you on the bed and leaned on top of you, finding himself comfortable in between your legs.
The kiss grew more erratic as it went on, hotter and hands wandering. Stiles slipped his hands underneath your top and began to lift it over your head.
You stopped him suddenly and he pulled back, his face coated in your lipgloss and his hair a mess; God, he looked good.
“What? Did I do something wrong?” He panicked. You smiled and placed your hands on his face. “No, baby. Just don’t want Scott to walk in on us.” You confessed.
Stiles shook his head, “He won’t be back for ages…” He whispered and leaned back in to kiss your neck, sucking at your sweet spots that made your back arch. You sighed as his tongue worked wonders.
Stiles noticed you weren’t fully convinced and jumped off the bed, leaving you stranded. You were confused momentarily until he snatched something out of the bedside drawer, and opened the room door, hooking it on the handle and turning back to you.
“Just to be sure.” He winked and situated himself back between your legs and lifted your shirt over your head this time.
The room became hotter with each second, steam practically coating the walls; as the room door held up a ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign with pride.
Your stay with Stiles was much more prolonged than you had intended, your clothes now back on your body a little misshapen but the thought that was there.
You skipped back to your Motel room and quietly pushed open the door at this late hour, knowing Lydia and Alisson were probably curled up in bed at this time.
Kicking off your shoes, you snuck into the room and breathed a sigh of relief that the girls hadn’t had their suspicions about your disappearance, obviously feeling content enough to go to sleep with no nerves.
You turned on the bedside lamp to see where you were going and jumped at the sight of Lydia and Alisson wide awake and leaning on the headboard of their shared bed, staring right at you with raised eyebrows and a subtle smirk.
Alisson tilted her head, “So, where were you?” She questioned.
You stuttered for a moment, trying to come up with a convincing lie. “I was just… at the vending machine. Stupid things sucked up my money.” You fake chuckled.
Lydia hummed, “Yeah, it took you 3 hours…”
You could practically feel a bead of sweat dripping down your forehead, “Yeah, I had a lot of trouble with it… Anyway, I’m heading to bed-”
“I didn’t know vending machines give you hickeys.” Alisson said, making you freeze and pale.
You opened your mouth but no words came out, “And it has nothing to do with the fact that Scott tried to get back to his room but the sound of moaning probably stopped him from going into the hot box.” Lydia smirked.
You quite literally had no words, “Shit.” You murmured.
Alisson giggled at you, "You realise Coach is gonna kill you two, especially Stiles." You groaned loudly.
The two girls chuckled at you and invited you into their huddle, only insisting you showered first. You laughed along with them and jumped into them, “At least someone had fun on this God awful trip.” Lydia smiled at you before you whacked her with the pillow you were previously leaning on.
Can you like write Void Stiles with Stiles's girlfriend?
Getting along with Void while dating Stiles HCS
A/N: I believe this is the hipothetic case in which Void is still on Stiles body after the events of 3b happen.
Masterlist
You know perfectly when Void takes control over Stiles body cause you notice how pale he gets and baggy eyes start to appear.
Which you can't tell is if he likes you or not.
Sometimes it feels like Void sees you as a plaything, other feels like he can't stand you and in some rare occasion he just ends up looking at you with a really intense gaze.
To get along and try to minimize possible bad endings, you always try to keep an eye on him with the excuse of showing him the "modern human" things.
Somehow he is intrigued and listens carefully to your explanations.
This don't mean that he doesn't try to trick you like he does with everyone.
Is just that instead of escaping or murdering people, he just makes you think he does.
On his mind, it is more fun to make you feel worried and then desperate instead of just angry.
You have a heart attack everytime he does something like that, and these moments are the only ones where he smiles.
Weeks and months go by and Void starts appearing more often, mostly when Stiles is asleep or having a tough time.
He starts being more touchy, which is flustering to you and he says he just does it to mess up.
At some point, he tries to trick you into kiss him and he picks the most simple but effective way, pretending to drown.
In that moment, you both realized that your back and forth relationship has developed into something more.
You have to talk to Stiles and he says that he already knew, he felt it on his insides while Void is in control.
A couple of weeks happened before the waters calmed down and things slowly began normal again.
Stiles and you accepted that Void was not going anywhere and the only way to getting thru the situation was to keep going.
Then your interactions with Void started to feel less tricky and more intimate.
After discovering that he liked the kiss, more than the trick itself, he became wanted your touch everytime.
Puting his head on your lap, curling up on your chest, laying down with you for hours.
He even started letting you pat and run your fingers thru his hair.
He may never admit it, but he just loves you, in the very own way a a nogitsune can.
stiles had been missing from school to the point where it was worrying . it’s not like he was a bad student but every since a few months ago he’s been repeating missing classes and sometimes even full school days . him and Scott that is . the pattern got more and more annoying as you couldn’t come up with an explanation as to why the two of them would just disappear , even his father ran to you for answers and you felt helpless as you shrugged . what good were you as a girlfriend if you didn’t even know where he was going ? if you couldn’t even help him ?
that’s what brought you to the McCall house in the middle of the day — you had a spare key , letting yourself in and not even bothering to knock . “ Stiles ? Come on , you better be here ! You’ve missed four days of school back to back , your dad is worried- I’m worried . You’re about to get the truancy officer called ! ” you already checked his house , the school , the park , even Scott’s job and he was nowhere to be seen , so he had to be here . however what stopped you front entering further was Melissa , a bright smile on her face but nervous eyes hiding her truth . “ Hey ! What brings you around ? ”
she asked as if she hadn’t just heard you entire rant about Stiles . this was her house , you had no right to barge in here , gut feeling or not . “ Is Stiles here ? I know this is bad timing , seriously I know but he’s been pretty much missing for a few days and the one day his dad did see him involved some like crazy nightmare and a tree- I wasn’t paying that much attention . I’m just here to bring him home . ” Melissa didn’t know what to say , she hadn’t come up with an excuse yet as to why Stiles may or may not be in the house but the whispers from the living drew your attention . she tried to keep your preoccupied but even that was enough to keep you from forcing yourself into the rather confusing scene .
“ what the fuck . ” Stiles was tied up on the couch with duck tape covering his mouth however even beneath it you could tell he was smiling . his eyes look at you with nothing but adoration , hell as if you hung that damn moon and stars themselves . he couldn’t stop staring , his hands flailing out to reach towards you . you tried to step towards him but were immediately stopped by Scott . his eyes were just as nervous as his mother’s , searching around aimlessly for some type of excuse . “why the fuck is he tied up ? what the hell is going on ?! ”
another rather tall and definitely older man didn’t let you through either , you’d never seen him before but he looked like he could bench press you with ease so you backed off . . . kinda . “ Scott McCall what the actual fuck is going on and I need an answer now ! Why is my boyfriend tied up and looking like he hasn’t slept in fucking days ?! ” Void usually didn’t like people , he didn’t like them being loud but even your screaming was music to his ears . he only had one thought running through his head as you screeched . wife . his wife had returned with him , possessing the body of another to find him again , oh how deeply their love ran . not even centuries could separate them .
“ I know this looks bad , but we can explain- ” Scott threw his hands up half hazardous as if he was afraid you’d throw something at him , smart man . you were definitely about to . “ You better fucking explain ! He looks like death ! ” you felt your voice shake as your concern waved over the room , Stiles was all you had left and being away from him for so long and then seeing him in such a fragile position made you wanna cry . his eyes stared back at yours , weak and helpless as if he wanted out but there was nothing he could do . little did you know Void was playing a fool , he was more powerful than anyone in the room , if he wanted out then he would take it . if only they didn’t drug him .
“ It’s immersive D&D ! ” Lydia cried , hands reaching towards your shoulder to pry you away from Void’s terrifying glare . “ We have a D&D group and we wanted it to be as real as possible so we started acting things out with props and stuff . Stiles is fine ! It’s all just makeup ! But we are sort of in the middle of a campaign so you should come back later once we’re finished ! ” you were so focused on her words that you didn’t even notice that she was practically pushing you out of the house and away from Stiles in every capacity . by the time you reached the threshold of the door , you knew that what she was saying was bullshit but there had to have been a reason for it .
maybe Stiles didn’t want to see anyone , maybe he didn’t want to see you . it filled your mind with anguish and jealousy , how come Lydia got to be there but you didn’t ? you were his actual girlfriend , she was a girl he pinned after for years but never acknowledged him . you felt sick with thoughts of things that had no bases at all but Void knew what you were feeling . he knew and it sickened him . his wife was suffering , she was in pain because of these high school morons that somehow managed to capture him for now . they were a threat , a threat to his marriage , to his love , to their safety . he was going to get out , truly he was and he’s find his wife and make them pay for even letting her shed a tear .
a/n: random , I’m bored and tired so I wrote this. re watched teen wolf and it came to mind because I’ve always loved Void Stiles. I made a part two.
Context: Stiles and reader are in an established relationship, however reader doesn't know that Stiles got possessed by the nogistun (sorry I don't know how to spell it) and is now void.
Wordcount: 1.1k
Warnings: Smut, cursing, and a lil bit of somnophilia (everything is consensual tho dw👍)
this one is prolly my freakiest one yet. so I hope yall enjoy
Stiles layed next to you, his arm wrapped around your shoulder you slept soundly, your side pressed next to his. His thumb absentmindedly rubbed circles into the soft cotton material of the shirt he had lent you last night.
His bed covers were sprawled haphazardly over the bed, barely covering you, leaving your legs completely bare and exposed to him. The only other piece of clothing you had on other than his shirt were your panties.
Stiles couldn't help but take in your peaceful appearance, the soft noises you made as you slept, and how cute you looked next to him. He slowly swiped a loose piece of hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear as he admired your features.
His hand eventually made its way down to your thigh, his fingers barely ghosting the surface as he caressed your soft skin. He didn't want to risk the possibility of waking you up, but the urge, the need to touch you was too powerful. The desire to feel you took over his mind, clouding his better judgment as his fingers made their way to your inner thigh.
He watched your face, making sure to not wake you as his fingers continued to trace into your skin, his touch getting dangerously close to your panties. He tried his hardest to not wake you up as he slowly opened your thighs for better access.
Eventually, he made his way to your core and he began rubbing you over your panties. His touch was gentle and soft enough to where he didn't wake you up, yet your body still subconsciously reacted to him.
You couldn't help but let out a small hum, the action making Stiles turn his head back to face you. You were still asleep but now your eyebrows furrowed slightly and your lips were parted. Seeing the slight pleasure on your face despite still being asleep ignited more hunger within Stiles.
The pressure of his middle and ring finger slowly increased against you, causing your arousal to grow. Stiles kept his other arm still slung around your shoulder, making sure that you were as close to him as possible as you gasped out occasionally.
Stiles could no longer resist the urge to feel your skin on him, he craved you and so that meant he was going to have you.
He slowly slid his fingers under the soft and thin material of your panties, putting slight pleasure on your clit, the pleasure of it making your eyes flutter open.
"S-Stiles..." You breathe out, your heart rate already beginning to quicken.
"Shh baby... just relax," He cooed, leaning his head to your ear, his lips brushing against your earlobe as he spoke. His words were soothing and tender, creating a stark contrast between his desire and lust-filled strokes on your core.
He ran his long slender fingers through your folds, allowing a soft moan to escape your mouth as pleasure consumed you. He felt as you arched your back, your need for more friction only causing Stiles to increase his pressure on you.
As he continued rubbing circles into your wetness, he removed his hand from off your shoulder but kept it wrapped around your back as he moved it down your side. Once he found the hem of your shirt, he slid his hand under it, his fingers snaking up your bare skin and to your breast.
He cupped his hand over it, squeezing it gently as he suddenly slid a finger inside of you. You let out a gasp that quickly turns into a moan before you throw your head back, Stiles took this opportunity to latch his mouth onto the crook of your neck.
He bit down on you before sucking and biting the skin, the quick feeling of pain turning into pleasure that soon gets doubled as he shoves two of his fingers inside you.
Stiles sent all of your senses into overdrive as he thrust his fingers in and out of you, curling at just the right part inside of you to make you moan out in ecstasy. He put his thumb on your clit and slowly messaged it as he quickened his pace and began kissing his way up your neck, making his way up to your ear.
"You're doing so good, princess," He whispered into your ear as he continued to grope the soft, warm flesh of your breast.
You feel heat stirring in your stomach that threatens to pool over as he continues to push his fingers in and out of you, his speed increasing at a rate that has you writhing beneath him.
He moves his hand from under your shirt to your face, taking your chin in his fingers as he tilts your head to capture your lips in a desperate kiss. He kisses you with a hunger and desire that you've never felt from anyone else.
You part your lips for him, allowing his tongue to plunge into your mouth and taste every bit of you. The kiss is sloppy yet filled with passion as he continues to fuck you with his fingers, adding more pressure to your clit with his thumb, making you moan into his mouth.
You finally pull away, catching your breath as his actions draw out soft moans and whimpers from your mouth.
"Stiles I-I'm close," You can barely whimper out as stars flood your vision.
"Cum for me baby," He said breathlessly, his pace relentless as he drives deeper into you.
With one final thrust, your walls tighten around his fingers as you finally let out your release. Waves of ecstasy come crashing over you, Stiles' pace slowly inside of you as he helps you ride out your high. The pleasure is overwhelming as you lie next to him, your chest rising up and down as you try to catch your breath.
Stiles plants one last kiss on your lips before he pulls his fingers away from your throbbing entrance. Bringing them up to his mouth, he parts his lips and sucks them clean, tasting your juices with a satisfied hum.
"Fuck, you taste so good," He mutters under his breath before he pulls your panties back on and tugs you closer to him. "You're always so good for me, aren't you?"
You let out a weak hum in agreement as you melt into him once more, completely surrendering yourself to him. His strong arms wrap around you tightly, and his lips brush against the skin of your forehead as he kisses there once more.
"That's it, baby, just relax," Stiles says, his voice low and husky, looking at you with darkened eyes. "I'll take care of you,"
