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All Smut All The Time [Masterlist]

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Originally posted by abbraccicomemedicine


STILES

Can You Teach Me

o   Part One

o   Part Two

o   Part Three

o   Part Four

o   Part Five

o   Part Six

o   Part Seven

* Just How I Like It

Say It Again

You Are What You Drink

For Research

* Psychology & Pheromones

* Finding Balance

o   Prequel

o   Part One

o   Part Two

o   Part Three

Originally posted by trickthekick

VOID

Out Of My Mind

o  Part One

o   Part Two

o   Part Three

* Unwavering

o   Part One

o   Part Two

* Heathens

Originally posted by derekhoechlinski

STUART TWOMBLY

Confidential

o   Part One

o   Part Two

Originally posted by frantassivans

DAVE HODGMAN

* Delicate

Originally posted by lovers-of-the-mo0n

Collaborations

*Sinners (With @completedylantrash)

o   Envy

o   Pride 

o   Wrath 

o   Gluttony

o   Greed

o   Sloth

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au | during a rough landing, Superman accidentally hits Stiles’ jeep and Stiles fangirls a little too much.

Holy shit Scott, I just met Superman. THE SUPERMAN, are you listening to me??
HE EVEN OFFERED TO PAY FOR THE JEEP’S DAMAGES, oh my GOD I think I’m a little in love right now.

Say It Again

Author: smutandahalf

Characters: Reader x Stiles

Rating: NSFW 18+ EXPLICIT SMUT

Word Count: 2,222

Originally posted by kalifornia---dreaming


           I pull up in front of the house, killing the engine before grabbing a stack of books out of the passenger seat, and jumping out of the jeep. I walk up the driveway slowly, my eyes glued to the screen of my phone as I slip out a set of keys, and shove one of them into the front door, pushing it open. I walk in, closing the door behind me, and start heading up the stairs. I hear a soft whimper and I pause, panic sinking into my stomach. There’s another whimper and I move as quietly as I can to a door, preparing myself to face whatever new supernatural threat is here, and my hand poised over the door knob.

           “Stiles,” A voice whispers from the other side of the door and I freeze, my ears pricking up, straining to hear more.

           “Right there, Stiles, right there,” The voice moans and I can feel myself tightening in my jeans and I can’t resist the urge to push the door open slightly. Y/N is sprawled over the top of her bed in nothing but a long t-shirt, her hand between her legs and I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from moaning at the sight in front of me.

           Her eyes are closed, and her head presses against the bedspread as she arches her back; her fingers working quickly against her core, sliding in and out of her as she flicks her thumb over her clit. “Stiles.” She moans my name again and all I can hear is blood rushing in my ears as my heartbeat thunders loudly in my chest.

           “Holy fuck,” I moan is a rasp, and her eyes snap open, her fingers stilling as she looks at me with her mouth wide.

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