Pretty Boy — Stiles Stilinski X Reader

pretty boy — stiles stilinski x reader

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content warnings and genre: swearing, alcohol consumption, tit play, unprotected p in v sex, virgin!sub!stiles x experienced!dom!reader — smut

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synopsis: the closest thing he had come to having sex was with his fist, until he confessed to you, that is

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in a dimly lit motel room, the buzzing neon sign outside cast intermittent flashes of light across the peeling wallpaper. the air was thick with tension as stiles stilinski, the epitome of social awkwardness and love-deprivation, sat on one of the twin beds, fumbling with his phone. scott had left to chase after allison, leaving stiles alone with his thoughts and an abundance of uncomfortable silence. just as he contemplated diving into another episode of his favorite tv show to escape the loneliness, there was a soft knock on the door. with a puzzled expression, he pulled it open, revealing you—bold, snarky, and an undeniable knockout. you sauntered in, a sly grin playing on your lips, and in your hand, a six-pack of beer.

“hey there, loser,” you greeted, taking in the melancholic atmosphere. “looks like we've got a room all to ourselves tonight. mind if i join the pity party?” stiles' eyes widened in surprise, a mix of embarrassment and relief washing over him. “uh, sure, come on in,” he stammered, hastily clearing a space on the other bed for you.

you cracked open a beer, handing one to stiles, and settled in comfortably. “so, what's got you wallowing in self-pity?” you asked, your tone laced with genuine curiosity. stiles took a sip of his beer and sighed, avoiding eye contact. “i've been doing some thinking,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “how is it that i've never gotten laid?”

you observed him for a moment, your sharp wit temporarily softened by empathy. “stiles, being in a relationship isn't the be-all and end-all of life,” you said, your voice reassuring. “besides, you're unique in your own quirky way. maybe you just haven't found the right person yet.” he looked at you, his eyes reflecting a mixture of longing and insecurity. “you think so?”

“absolutely,” you affirmed, leaning in a bit closer. “you're a good guy, stiles. you deserve someone who appreciates your quirks and cares about you for who you are.” as the night wore on and the beer cans dwindled, a connection grew between you two. stiles, usually tongue-tied and nervous around others, found himself opening up to you like he never had before. your witty banter and genuine interest put him at ease, making him forget his insecurities.

and then, in the quiet of that dingy motel room, stiles found the courage to confess his feelings. “you know, i've had a crush on you for a while now,” he admitted, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. you raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk gracing your lips. “oh, really? i had no idea,” you teased.

stiles chuckled nervously, his heart pounding in his chest. “yeah, well, i guess it's hard not to when you're so—amazing.” you leaned in closer until your faces were just inches apart. “you know, stiles,” you whispered, “i've had my eye on you too.”

in that small, dimly lit motel room, something shifted between you and stiles. two people, seemingly different in every way, found a connection that transcended their differences. as the night deepened, you and stiles shared more than just beer; you shared stories, dreams, and a newfound closeness that neither of you had expected. it was a moment of vulnerability and connection that would change the course of their lives, igniting a spark of something beautiful amidst the chaos of teenagehood. and as the neon sign outside flickered on and off, it seemed to mirror the uncertainty and excitement of the journey that lay ahead for stiles and the you.

“so,” you began, discarding the empty can of liquid gold as you spoke. you met his gaze, his nervous, shaky gaze with a hint of something unexplainable in your own. whatever it was, it drew him to you. just as much as his nervousness drew you to him. “never been laid, huh?”

the question had him taken aback, leaving him with an almost offended expression as he scoffed. “you almost sound surprised.” he inquired with a, yet again nervous, chuckle. you shrugged, taking the opportunity to sit next to him on the ragged, uncomfortable sheets. “you're a pretty boy, sti, you could say i'm surprised, sure.” he didn't know which part got to him first—perhaps it was the way your tone shifted from playful to seductive in a matter of seconds, or maybe it was the way your siren-like eyes held his shy gaze with an immense need to ruin him. before everything else, he was absolutely sure it was your words that had gotten to him first. pretty boy. yes, the way his jeans tightened only confirmed his lingering thoughts.

“you think i'm pretty?” it almost sounded like a statement, rather than your typical question. you smiled rather gently, fingertips slowly creeping up on him, brushing his hair softly, trailing down his clothed chest, gracefully caressing his bulge through his jeans. “so pretty.” you affirmed.

stiles didn't know how to kiss, he didn't have as much experience as you did. he lacked the experience and tact you had, but not the passion. not the passion, not with you guiding him every step of the way ever so gently. your hands cupped his cheeks, tracing his jawline as you coaxed him into the kiss, allowing him to take baby steps into relaxing and finally melting into it. once he did, you found your tongue sliding into his mouth, intertwining with his as your teeth tugged at his bottom lip, sucking gently. you heard him gasp, and it was adorable. he was like putty under your touch.

“you sure you wanna do this?” the question came out almost as soon as the kiss was broken, leaving him panting with a painful ache in his cock. he nodded, almost too eagerly, puppy eyes desperate to experience this more than ever. you littered kitten licks and kisses down his neck, relishing in the way he shivered at the sensation. you had successfully gotten rid of his shirt, feeling how he only grew more and more eager to get on with it. before you could go any further, you found yourself pushing him back onto the bed, straddling his lap.

he watched in awe from below as you peeled your top off, pulling it off your head, leaving you in a stunning black bra. his eyes admired the curve of your tits, the way the bra squished them together, the recoil incoming with every move you made. “c'mere, baby, don't be shy.” you cooed, encouraging stiles to do more than just stare. it was just what he needed to hear. though inexperienced, he allowed himself to do what he felt was right—peeling your bra off, soft moans of pleasure leaving his mouth as he allowed him to fondle and grope your fatty tits, sucking on them and toying with them in a way that made both of you moan. he had his face buried into the valley of your boobs, teeth grazing the sensitive flesh as you pulled at his dark hair. he looked up at you, with an utterly innocent, horny gaze, saliva dripping down his chin as you watched him rut against the mattress, desperate for some kind of soothing friction. it made you all the more ready to ruin him.

“please, (y/n),” you had him begging for you to help him out, just a little bit. while you helped him remove his jeans, you couldn't ignore the way his moans got you worked up and wet. “gotta fuck you, please, please, please.” it was a string of incoherent pleading and whining, he was even more worked up than you were. he had no other way to act, what, with your tongue dragging alongside his clothed dick, teasing and taunting the wet spot on his boxers. you nuzzled your nose against him, tongue tracing his balls as you listened to the way he meweled, beads of sweat dropping down his temple.

that night, the first thing you found out about stiles was that he was sensitive. extremely sensitive. the second thing? he was hung. the sight of his bare dick made your eyes widen, the same way the feeling of the cool air hitting his hot, angry, hard cock made him hiss. unbeknownst to you, he had been carrying a, vaguely-spoken, above-average size this entire time. it wasn't something he chose to brag about—what would the context be? certainly not how he jacked off to photos of you every night, to polaroids he had taken of you on the beach or the mere thought of you in the position you were currently in. no, surprising you like this was much better.

“big boy, aren't you, sti?” the way you cooed, as if talking to a toddler, made his cock throb. he whined in response, breath hitching in his throat as you used your thumb to smear his dripping precum all over his cock, lubricating it with the thin layer of arousal. “you're gonna make a mess of me.” he hadn't planned on it until now.

he truly didn't know what to expect fron sex up until now. sure, he's heard stories from friends thay included scott and danny, he's heard the standard it set compared to using a hand to get off. however, feeling it for the first time—it was absolutely incomparable. it was another realm of euphoria, feeling his throbbing, aching cock slip into your wet, tight heat. you didn't have to prep yourself or anything, his long, hard dick gliding into the tight ring of muscle without a care in the world. he felt you flutter around him, the sensation better and tighter than when he uaually jacked off. his jaw slacked, eyelashes fluttering as a moan got caught in his throat. he knew he wasn't gonna last long.

“too fuck—fucking tight, jesus, shit—” none of his words were easy to make out, each one coming out slower than the last as you allowed yourself to bounce on his dick, hands pressed to his chest as his cock slid in and out of you. your tits were pressed to his face, and you couldn't help but moan lowly, the thin motel walls offering you little to no support. “so big, stiles,” you gasped out. you were full, fuller than you've ever been or felt up until now. his thick tip was pressing against your cervix, kissing it as he fucked you. “shit, too fucking big, sti.”

he loved it, loved knowing how good he made you feel. he used it to his advantage, repeating things he had only seen in pornos—rubbing your clit, fondling your tits, and grabbing onto your hips, grinding you down onto his dick as he fucked himself into you. he knew he was close, especially fast for his first time, especially fast for your third time. “i—i can't,” he forewarned, and he couldn't.

when he came, his mind went absolutely blank. he came hard, with a loud moan that had come off as unexpected for both of you. he came long and hard, harder than ever before, shooting all of his cum into your cunt, your pussy milking his cock completely, sucking every last drop out. his vision was blurry for a few seconds, and his mouth dry, the inability to form sentences overpowering him. if there was one thing you were good at, it was fucking.

and boy, were you a fucking good one.

Peter Pan - You... (Part 2)

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Once Upon A Time Masterlist

part one

AU peter is Rumplstilskin’s son.

AU some true loves and soulmates have soulmarks but not all

warning: weapons, AU, fighting, abandonment, mentions of abuse and neglect and orphans

this is part two but it can be read separate to the first part.

I stood in between Regina and Peter, the Charmings on the other side of Peter, behind us was Felix, Devin, Granny, Zelena and the dwarfs and in front of us stood King Arthur and his Wife, the two of them surveying us.

“guess I can visiting Camelot off my bucket list” Devin leaned forwards to whisper, causing me to try and hide my laughter.

if there was one thing I couldn’t do, it was stay serious in front of royalty. and the lost boys liked to take advantage of that, turning it into a competition on who could get me to break first.

apparently I wasn’t successful in hiding my laughter when everyone turned to me, the Queen gasping at the sight of me.

“it can not be!” she said and I looked at the boys.

“what can’t be?” I asked quietly and the three of them shrugged.

“you are exactly like our daughter would be” she answered and I raised an eyebrow.

“would be?” David asked.

“she went missing over seventeen years ago. gone in the middle of the night” the Queen said as King Arthur kept staring at me.

“may I ask. what’s your name?” he finally asked and I glanced at Peter.

“(y/n) (l/n)” I answered as Queen Guinevere smiled sadly.

“what a lovely name” she said quietly.

“thank you?” I questioned.

There were many differences between myself and the royal couple, for instances the colours we wore.

I was dressed in knee high combat boots, black jeans and a dark royal blue button up, similar colours to what Regina wore, especially considering I thought of her as a mother figure to me, just as she thought of me as a daughter.

Queen Guinevere and King Arthur were dressed in red and silver.

they were royalty and I was not.

“if you don’t mind me asking what was your daughter’s name?” Mary-Margret stepped in to ask.

“and what happened?” Regina added.

“(y/n). it was engraved on a silver bracelet she wore.” Queen Guinevere said and my eyes widened.

surely not.

Peter grabbed my hand, entwining our fingers as Devin and Felix took a step closer.

“she was taken in the middle of the night a year after she was born. we searched for her but when we found even a clue she was taken through a portal. we haven’t seen or heard from her since” King Arthur explained as we all shared a look, from Grumpy to Emma, from Belle to Regina.

“I’m sorry that must have been… horrific” I stumbled over my words.

“we now hope she’s safe and loved.” King Arthur smiled at me and Mary-Margret looked between the two of us.

“did she have a soulmark?” she finally asked.

“yes. words and a design” the Queen answered.

“(y/n)…” Mary-Margret murmured but everyone heard it.

“do you know something?” Queen Guinevere asked sharply and i sighed, pulling my sleeve up as I let go of Peter’s hand.

“uh.. was this it?” I asked, showing them my soulmark and bracelet.

the room was silent as they examined my arm, looking at each detail as I stood nervously.

I had never actually tried to look for my parents. I had seen some pretty horrible things on the street and so I didn’t want to find them, especially when I thought they had tattooed the words and design on my arm.

Queen Guinevere was the first to break the silence, by starting to cry and pulling me into a hug.

it was sudden and it made me stumble into her grasp as she hugged me fiercely.

“it’s you!” she gasped and I didn’t comment.

King Arthur took a step back as the queen let go of me, letting me step back next to Peter, immediately entwining our fingers as Felix gave me a look, silently asking if I was alright.

I wasn’t sure.

“the people of Camelot, not only have we received visitors! our daughter, princess (y/n) has been returned to us!” the King made an announcement that had me shocked.

“princess?!” I exclaimed with a frown, looking at Regina and Emma.

what the hell?

“you must tell us how have you been? what’s happened to you?” Queen Guinevere asked, stepping in front of me as I tried to think.

“uh… I was on my own until I was twelve when I met Emma and she took me under her wing and not long after I met the everyone who came over.” I answered hesitantly.

“and?” she pressed.

“uh. there were a couple of curses involved, but I found I have magic?” I continued.

“magic? ah! you truly are our little miracle.” King Arthur chuckled.

“our kingdom’s blessing” Queen Guinevere smiled at me.

“I’m sorry to interrupt this reasoning but we’ve had a long trip, is there any where we can all freshen up?” David stepped in, glancing at me as Peter pulled me back slightly, knowing I was overwhelmed.

“ah yes! you must!” King Arthur seemed startled but he led us up the steps and to the visitors chambers, leaving us with promises of returning to check on us.

once he was out of sight I surged forwards, hugging David quickly.

“thank you” I muttered when I pulled away.

“this royalty thing can be overwhelming and you looked a few seconds from exploding” he chuckled and I smiled.

“You guys are the only family I’ve ever had and even then I only really think of Regina like a mother, sorry robin” i paused as he chuckled.

“it’s alright.” he said and Regina smiled.

“and the fact that after so many years thinking my birth parents had tattooed this onto me and then to find out three years ago that they actually didn’t and now that they actually wanted me but I was kidnapped it’s a bit stressful” I gestured to my arm before Regina and the boys smiled at me.

“well the king did say he’d be back so we should freshen up like we said we would” Mary-Margret cut in and I nodded.

“she’s gonna freak out” I heard Devin mutter to Felix as I narrowed my eyes.

“I’m not gonna freak out” I replied and everyone chuckled.

he was right.

ten minutes later, I was pacing in one room with Peter, Felix and Devin sitting as they watched me panic.

“I thought I was an orphan! turns out hey I’m the long lost princess of Camelot! with bloody magic!!” I exclaimed and Peter chuckled.

“you’ve been around the captain to much” he joked, trying to lift the atmosphere.

it didn’t work.

“(y/n), calm down” Regina’s voice came from the door as I turned to her.

“how can I calm down Regina? I’m scared. I can handle finding out my big sister is the daughter of two cursed fairy tale characters. I can handle dark curses, sleeping curses, dragons, trolls, lost boys, pirates, crooked royalty, I can handle soulmates! but I can’t handle parents!” I practically shrieked.

Regina sighed, opening her arms and pulled me into a hug, letting me cry.

minutes past as I started to stop crying and I pulled back slightly.

“we can figure out what to do later. for now we need to get you ready for the ball” she smiled softly at me and I giggled slightly through the tears.

I pulled back till I was standing on my own, standing a short distance from the others in the room so they didn’t get caught up in my magic.

I clicked my fingers and a soft grey smoke with streaks of blue, green, purple and white invaded my senses, enveloping me in a hug as I lifted my arms, the magic changing my outfit for me.

when the smoke disappeared, I was left in a dark blue dress, an Enchanted forest style dress as I didn’t think a land without magic dress would pass at a Camelot ball.

“better?” I asked and they all nodded with a smile.

Peter stood up, walking over to me, putting his hands on my waist and leaning in, kissing me.

“you look magnificent love” he said when he pulled back and I smiled.

when I looked around Regina had left and Henry had entered with Belle.

“hi guys” I waved and Henry laughed.

“princess now” he joked and I rolled my eyes playfully.

“and you’re technically a prince Henry” I laughed at the look of shock on his face.

“well you both look lovely.” Belle laughed as I hugged her.

“are you boys staying behind or are you going to the ball?” she asked Peter, Devin, and Felix who sighed.

“I’ll go.” Felix looked almost like he’d rather do anything else but even he knew if he stayed he’d have to help look after baby Neal.

it was hilarious how fast a lost boy can ran when told he may have to look after a baby.

“Why not?” Devin shrugged and Peter just smirked, clicking his fingers and changing him and the boys into appropriate clothing for a ball.

“milady” he held his arm out to me and I playfully rolled my eyes.

this was going to be interesting.

only an hour or so later I stood behind Regina, ready for our names to be called.

they thought Regina was the saviour so she was announced as such when she was called.

“INTRODUCING THE LONG LOST PRINCESS, PRINCESS (Y/N)!” they called for me and I took a deep breath in.

I began my decent down the steps, making eye contact with Peter as he stood waiting for me.

I smiled at him, the sight of him helping ease my nerves.

it had been three years since we’d met, him kidnapping Henry and I went with the heroes to save him, not actually knowing what the exact meaning of the markings on my arm.

or the extent of my powers.

and since then Peter and I had gotten to know each other, coming to know each other like the back of our hands, fighting in sync. it had taken a mixture of Regina and Peter to teach me magic.

he could tell when I was scared and I could tell when he was getting angry. and it came as a bonus that the lost boys came to care for me like a sister.

I reached the bottom of the stairs, Peter stood in front of me, holding his hand out for me to take.

I smiled as I took it, ignoring the looks of the people from Camelot.

the music began to play as Peter wander off to talk to Henry or Felix and I stood talking with Devin and a knight of the round table, Sir Galahad.

“so you’ve been to Neverland?” Sir Galahad asked and I nodded.

“Yep. there’s a lot of mermaids. and not friendly mermaids” I answered before I felt a tap on my shoulder.

I spun around only to come face to face with Peter, who was bowing with a dark (f/c) rose in his hand.

“care to dance… princess?” he teased and I chuckled.

“why of course peter” I answered and he placed the rose in my hair before we walked over to the dance floor, leaving Devin to talk to Sir Galahad.

we began to dance, exchanging conversation and laughing, not noticing how are friends and family looked at us with amusement and how the people of Camelot looked on with smiles, including my biological parents.

“how are you feeling princess?” he asked and I smiled.

“better. I didn’t expect the whole finding my parents thing. I never went looking for them and then I find out that they actually wanted me it’s a big shock on my part” I explained and he nodded.

“well we’ll always be by your side love” he said and that was the last thing we got to hear before there was a commotion and David was fighting one of the knights of the round table, beside Robin who fell to the ground, wounded.

another man charged at David as he had his back to the new fighter but Peter let go of my hand, summoning a sword to his hand as he blocked the attack.

“careful David!” he exclaimed and Felix stepped beside me, Devin on his other side.

“think he’ll need our help?” Devin asked and I shook my head.

“not unless there’s another assailant” Felix answered.

suddenly as we’re watching Peter’s lost his sword and is on his stomach, trying to reach it.

“and she’s going in” Felix muttered as I stepped forwards with a sword in my hand.

“sorry to step on your moment” I said with a smirk as I blocked his attempt to kill my boyfriend.

“stay out of this princess” the knight said and I narrowed my eyes at him.

“you’ve threatened my love and my family.” I answered, exchanging blows with him as Peter grabbed his sword and jumped to his feet.

“thanks for the save lost girl” he smirked at me.

“anytime pan” I replied as we began to fight the knight, turning the knight in circles as he tried to defend on both swords.

it was only moments before the knight was on his knees and I had his sword in my hand.

“Felix catch!” I exclaimed, throwing him the knight’s sword, watching as the lost boy caught it and the people of Camelot gasped.

“not too bad princess” Peter smirked at me and I jokingly rolled my eyes at him.

“I gotta be good, don’t I?” I answered before Devin spoke up.

“now that you’ve got him what do you do with him?” he asked and I looked to Mary-Margret.

“i shall take him” King Arthur answered, walking forwards with Queen Guinevere who rushed to my side, checking me for injuries as I sent my sword back to my room.

“when did you learn to fight like that?” she finally asked and I shrugged.

“he shall be punished for trying to kill the saviour, the lost princess and their friends” I heard the King say as the boys stepped beside me.

“I’ve picked up a few things here and there” I answered.

the queen pulled me into a hug and I hesitated before hugging her back, accepting it.

I may not know what to do but I can try.

when we pulled back Felix looked at me with a smirk.

“you just fought a knight of the round table from Camelot, in a ball gown. how do you feel?” he asked and I chuckled.

“a bit different then to fighting in jeans and button up shirt” I answered before I noticed the Queen’s confused look.

“uh, Queen Guinevere, mother, this is Felix, Devin and Peter, Peter is my soulmate” I pointed at them and her eyes widened.

“what did you mean by fighting in jeans and a button up shirt?” she asked and I smiled.

“that’s not the first time I’ve fought someone trying to kill me and my friends. usually I’m dressed in similar clothes to what I arrived in since I lived in the land without magic. but that was the first time I fought in a ball gown.” i explained and she looked worried.

“do you regularly fight?” she questioned and I nodded.

“I’d rather fight to keep my friends by my side then to see them injured.” I answer and she took a deep breath in.

“you remind me of your father and I. we were very similar at your age” she admitted before pulling me into a hug.

“keep her safe” she said to the boys behind me who nodded as I hugged her back.

“thank you. mother” I whispered.

it was peaceful between us for a little as I stayed hugging my birth mother until Henry came running over.

“we needs your help.” he said and I pulled away from Guinevere.

“sorry, I’ve got to go help. I’ll see you later” I smiled, quickly hugging her before Peter grabbed my hand, taking off running.

finding my biological parents was not on the list of things I expected to happen today.

but I’m glad it happened anyways.

ye of little faith | e. p.

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summary: eustace doesn’t believe that edmund has a girlfriend.

wc: 800

pairings: edmund pevensie x fem!reader

warnings: VERY unedited. also it’s 1am and i just wrote this in a burst of inspiration, so please don’t expect it to be good.

a/n: i don’t really know if this will make sense to anyone lol, i think i wrote it in a confusing way, but hopefully it’s okay. it’s mostly eustace’s pov, i wanted to try something new. also, this exact scenario has been in my head for months now.

“There’s no way he has a girlfriend,” Eustace tells Lucy, barging into the room. She immediately knows who he’s talking about, able to hear Edmund on the phone downstairs, voice softer than it usually is, taking the tone he automatically opts for when he speaks to Y/N.

“Why?” Lucy asks, half-heartedly entertaining her annoying cousin while she thumbs through the pages of her book. Unfortunately for her, Eustace Scrubb brightens at the attention, straightening up and launching into a rather well-thought out spiel.

“First of all, it’s Edmund we’re talking about. He’s awkward, way too hostile and bad-tempered. Not to mention, he’s barely of average height, and his hair? Absolutely ridiculous.”

“Y/N likes it,” Lucy says mildly, earning a scoff from Eustace.

“Y/N.” he says with disbelieving scorn, “As if she actually exists. You expect me to believe that a woman as beautiful and intelligent as you lot claim she is would actually be interested in Edmund? And so interested that she calls and writes to him multiple times a week? Yeah, right. I bet that Ed’s hired an escort to help him forget about how lonely he actually is. Or he’s paying some poor girl to play the part of a caring partner.” Eustace has had many such theories, the more creative ones dealing with blackmail and holding family members hostage, but so far, monetary imbursements seem to be the most likely.

“Sure, Eustace,” Lucy mumbles, having checked out of the conversation a while ago. He shakes his head at her disinterest, convinced that he is right, and leaves the room, muttering to himself disbelievingly.