Historias de Stilesstilinskismut

includes : Stiles , Scott , Isaac , Aiden , Theo ,Derek ,Liam I will do one shots , imagines and preferences REQUESTS ALWAYS OPEN :) PLEASE SEND ME IDEAS I also do write smut too and personals Enjoy ;) xoxo

⚠️15+ stiles stilinski smutt⚠️ Your Scott's younger sister and your going into sophomore year..while Scott goes into junior year.. You have hated stiles stilinski ever since he humiliated you in middle school...but this year your finding it difficult to hate him...something about him just makes him irritable to you...will you guys forget the past and become friends? Or will there be more...?

a collection of imagines and smut for dylan o'brien and his characters! (writings come from my tumblr)

So basically Stiles' dad is a Mafia leader in this and gets Stiles a body guard bc there is a gang war and Stiles is constantly trying to suduse, sorry can't spell, the body guard aka Derek and then a bunch of other stuff happens. Sorry bad at disciptiptions, still can't spell, and there will be other ships and everyone that is a werewolf or any supernatural creature will stay that supernatural creature so yeah. It will probably be bad but whatever. Enjoy

"You'll thank me later, chica." She lightly shoves me forwards. Carmella walks over to Miguel and they start grinding against each other, dancing to the music. I take a deep breath and slowly make my way over to him. God, he's cute. Even for a white guy. After my nana died, mom sometimes had many men of many different races over and every time she would tell me that I'm going to have a better life than hers. So here I am, a virgin whose never had a date or even flirted with a guy once, but at least tonight I am going to try. I sit down next to the guy, my hands shaking as I place myself on the bar stool. My heart pounds as I try to think of a conversation starter. God, what can I say? Did Carmella mention something about the zodiac sign or something? God, I feel so stupid! "You sang beautifully," a male voice says I glance over at the man I'm too nervous to talk to. His eyes, a beautiful shade of amber brown, is on me. I feel like a ghost, like that comment wasn't even for me. But then I realize-he was talking to me.