and the one night stands

anonymous asked:

more of that nyx going crazy abt the mystery girl this time nyx sees her in social parties in elegant dress and he's questioning if crowe is really friends with this glamorous person (you can decide the rest i just want more of it +_+)

Bwaa, I saw a bunch of request for a follow up, but I was like, idk how, yet this! This is something that I can work with. Thank you!

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Nyx could never understand why Royal’s needed so many balls and parties. Half of these people looked ready to kill over, and King Regis had already attempted to escape twice, yet had been caught by that large hair duchess who had been trying to get into the royal jewels for years. Even the King’s Shield was no match for this woman.

“You look bored.” Crowe stated, standing beside him in a rather elegant if not plain black dress.

“And you look like a girl.”

That earned him a swift punch to the arm, and one thing he could not lie about was that Crowe’s punches hurt. Alot.

“Here I was about to brighten up your night.” Crowe replied.

Nyx, nursing his sore arm, where he knew a bruise would be tomorrow, turned towards the woman, “I’m off in an hour, so that’s a big plus.” He never understood why he volunteered for these things, should have noped out like Libertus did.

Crowe scoffed, plucking a glass of champagne from a nearby server, “Why don’t you just shut up and enjoy the music.”

Nyx was tempted to walk away, when he noticed that Crowe was staring at where the pianist was set up for the evening. He wasn’t one for classical music, and the orchestra, while amazing, wasn’t his cup of tea. Yet the pianist this evening, was his type, Black Label.

He almost dropped his own glass of overly sweet champagne, he hadn’t seen you since weeks ago when you had disappeared that night after the bar. You both had exchanged phone numbers but each time you tried to set up a schedule, Nyx had to work, or you had prior engagements. Finally, eventually you both stopped trying. Yet no matter what, Nyx could not get you out of his head, and it resulted in quite a dry spell for the man, on the “One Night Stand” circuit. 

“She’s pretty good, the reason she hasn’t been at the bar.” Crowe replied, looking to Nyx staring ahead in shock.

Nyx couldn’t pull his eyes away, you were in a beautiful dark grey, almost silver dress, fingers moving elegantly across the keys, modest jewelry. Absolutely different from when he ran into you at the bar, what was it a month, almost two months ago? Yet you still haunted his dreams, and to  see you now, so beautiful!

He still hadn’t learn much about you, yet he did know that you were a woman he wanted to know everything about. Down to your childhood pet rock’s name in 2nd grade.

So he stood in spot for 45 minutes, he still performed his job, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t multitask and listen to the beauty that was your song. You stood, finishing your set with a bow, and then move behind the curtain behind your stage for the evening, as the full orchestra begun their final set for the evening.

“Yo, Crowe, I’m knocking out early, you mind covering.” Nyx didn’t even wait for a reply, as he all but sprinted after you. Using his status as a Glavie member to get further behind the scenes, only to see you disappear in a “changing room” of sorts. So he waited.

10 minutes later, as woman walked out in too tight of jeans that hugged her legs and ass perfectly, and a leather jacket.

“It’s been awhile.”

You jumped, turning around only to smirk, “Well, well, Nyx. It has.”

Nyx chuckled, approaching you, his height looming over you, in a way very predatorial, “Haven’t see you at the bar, was worried you were trying to hide from me.”

“Oh now why would I do that?” You cooed back, obviously not taking his bait, pressing yourself against him.

“You tell me.” Nyx chuckled, getting a whiff of your perfume. Gods! did you always smell that good?

You fluttered your eyelashes, before turning around presenting you back to the man, glancing over your shoulder. “Why don’t you join me for a drink, I have some Silver Label at my place. That is if you have the time.”

“What do you know, I just got off.”

Nyx followed you through the servants corridors to the parking lot guest were to park. Yet when you approached a motorcycle, let alone a crotch rocket, the man had to admit he was pleasantly surprised.

“Hope you don’t mind.” You joked, tossing him a helmet, before donning your own.

Nyx watched as you swung a leg over the seat, before climbing behind you, his hands resting on your shoulders. Only to stare in confusing as you reached back, moving the hands to your waist, to wrap around you tightly.

“It will be easier this way, lean against me, Big boy.” You called as you started the bike.

Nyx didn’t need to be told twice, as he leaned forward, almost spooning you on your bike. Only for his grip to tighten as you rocketed out the parking lot. He watched as you dodged through traffic left and right, speeding quickly through the city, before pulling into a parking garage.

The apartment was more grand than what he expected, a single bedroom, rather than a studio like his own. Yet everything about it screamed you, including the poster of the musical bands you followed, and he like a lot of them. Eventually you two settled on collapsing on the couch, having ordered late night takeout, as the hor d'oeuvres and finger foods where to ‘Royal’ for your tastes, finding something to put on Netflix in the background as you sipped at the Silver Labels, and getting rather acquainted.

Somewhere between episode six and Black Label  number four, you had found yourself within that strong lap of the man, his dress shirt for the ball unbutton, your hands running over the strong torso, as your shirt gone and top button of your jeans undone, so those strong hands could reach into your jeans, groping and kneading a handful of your ass. Both of your mouths locked togethers, as you both panted against one another’s lips, as you softly grinded against the lap beneath you.

“You know…” You panted against Nyx’s lips, once you got his attention from the high both of you were giving each other.  “I may have invited you over for some Black Label, but what do you say about staying for lunch tomorrow.”

A smirk broke across Nyx’s face, “I was hoping for breakfast, but lunch is better.”

You gave your on smirk back, only to toss your head back at the hips moving beneath you, “Keep doing that big guy, and I’ll be bring you lunch and be cooking you dinner and breakfast all next week.”

“Promise?”

“Make it worth my while.”

“Oh you bet I am.” Nyx chuckled, slamming his lips against your own giving you a kiss that was more tongue than lips, but neither of you seemed to mind as you both worked to remove the final pieces of clothing to get to the good part.

Nyx had realized Jackpot didn’t even describe it anymore.

anonymous asked:

Any prompts for a conversation between a demon and a human after a one night stand

1) “Do you have to say ‘oh god’?” the demon asked. “Feels a bit odd.”
The human didn’t open their eyes. “Our Lord Lucifer the Morningstar, Prince of Hell, Bringer of Darkness was a bit of a mouthful and you haven’t told me your name.”
“Well, you can drop the titles and just call me Luke.”
The human’s eyes snapped open, heart jumping. Was that a joke? “Are you actually fucking Satan?”
The demon glanced over at them, and raised a brow. “Well, technically you’re actually fucking Satan, but semantics.”


2) The human stirred in the morning, rolled over, and saw the shadow of ruined wings on the wall. Definitely still there. Just like last night. “Holy shit you have wings.”
“You can see my wings?”
“I thought it was cosplay. Oh my god.”
“How long have you been able to see my wings? You shouldn’t be able to.”
“Since we met?”
“And you just didn’t say anything?”
“Oh come on, you’re at freaking comic con. Different stripes different types.”
What are you?”


3) “You don’t seem shocked at the fact that you’re in bed with Horseman of War?”
“Honestly, all I can think is that I’m really glad you’re not Plague.”
“Really?” The demon rolled over to give them a look. “This is why I shouldn’t stick around for breakfast.”
“Hey, who kicks their dates out before breakfast? You weren’t that bad in bed.”
Though this fact explained a lot.

Imagine waking up rough in the morning, so you go downstairs for a drink & Ryan Reynolds is stood in your kitchen. Your jaw dropped.

“I’m guessing you don’t remember what happened last night.” Ryan smirked before taking another drink from the carton…


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This Time

Request: For a request could you go one where the reader has a horrible one night stand and dean finds her after and is concerned and takes care of her? Smut, fluff, angst, and whatever you want.
-Requested by Anon

A/N: Sorry this one took so long! I had some distractions today ;)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Smut, oral (male receiving), language, fluff for good measure

Word count: 2.3k

Originally posted by bringmesomepie56

You sat on the ground just outside of you, Sam, and Dean’s motel room at…four o’clock in the morning? Leaning against the brick wall, you had no key card and you were too tired to pick the lock. Neither of the boys would answer their phones, you suspected that Dean was still out, the Impala was even locked..it just wasn’t your night.

The guy you went home with a couple of hours ago was such a horrible lay that you waited until he fell asleep and then bolted. The lay was the worst fifteen minutes of your life. Yes, fifteen minutes. The first ten minutes were a sad attempt at foreplay. The guy was almost too handsy. He didn’t know how to tease, or how to get you off.

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Sweeter Than Wine
Author: letsjustsee
Word Count: 15k
Summary: 
Walking up, the bass still pounding loudly in his ears, he furrowed his brow in confusion as he noticed one lone figure still sitting at the bar. Almost every other person in the club had fled to the dance floor, but here was someone that obviously hadn’t been caught up in Louis’ spell.
Confused, Louis thought perhaps this muggle was just so determined to get drunk that his spell couldn’t penetrate.
“You must really need a drink tonight, mate,” Louis said, his tone biting as he slid up next to the stranger and clapped him solidly on the back.
The sarcastic tone he displayed a second before must not have flustered the man, because he smiled widely, his cheek dimpling endearingly.
“I do, actually,” he said, gesturing to the stool next to him. “Why don’t you join me for one?”

When Wizard Louis goes to a muggle club for a change of pace, his one night stand ends up being much more than he bargained for.

Written for the @potterdirectionficexchange, for @lostboysoflondon.

A very special thanks to my wonderful beta @fogandtea, who I could say nice things about forever. You’re the best. 

What’s Your Name? // Jay Park

Originally posted by pervingonkpop

Pairing: Jay Park x Reader

Genre: Smut

Summary//Request: Anonymous said: A Jay Park smut where you are a tough kind of girl and you meet jay in a club and he is intrigued by your attitude and you eventually hook up. Thanks :))))

A/N: Please note that this scenario contains: one night stand sex, squirting and general naughty stuff ^_^


After being in a dead end relationship for the past 4 years, tonight you were finally ready to reclaim yourself as a single woman and celebrate that. For too long, you had felt like you had become a shell of yourself – your ex being your childhood sweetheart and being the only person you had ever been sexually intimate with. You had completely revamped not only your looks – but you slowly began to become the tough, fearless girl that you knew you once were.

You looked stunning from head to toe. Your hair looked, smelled and felt like heaven; while any gained weight from the comfort of your previous relationship was dropped – and you felt damn good in your little black dress and high heels; donning a thong and no bra as your dress was so tight that it didn’t need it. You felt the sexiest that you had ever felt, and you were on your way to one of the best clubs in Seoul with your girlfriends for a night of intended debauchery and self indulgence.

After waiting in line and showing your ID’s, you were finally able to enter the club. The music along with the atmosphere was booming as the club quickly began filling up and drinks started to be consumed. You ordered a vodka and redbull along with a Corona – starting off as you were meaning to go on, as you sat down around the table with your friends. The club itself was bourgie, high class and was always filled on the nights that it opened as it also attracted some of south Koreas hottest and finest celebrities.


You were having the time of your life, laughing and talking with your friends, feeling the effects of the alcohol begin to take over your body as you threw back drink after drink. After finishing the one you had in your hand, you decided to get up and go over to the bar to order yourself another – even though the guys that had made their way over to your table had insisted on doing it for you, you had told them that you really didn’t need a man to do your legwork for you – that you were a big girl and you can handle walking a few metres to get your alcohol yourself, to which they smirked and probably thought that you were some kind of stuck up bitch; but you couldn’t care less about what they thought about you. You toddled over to the bar, shimmying yourself between the group of guys that were standing around it and placing your hands on the counter.

“Can I get a whiskey – on the rocks please?” you said sweetly, looking into the barman’s face as he smiled at your request.

“Going hard tonight then, Miss?” he replied as he poured out your drink into a small tumbler over ice.

“Damn right I am” you replied, giving him a cheeky wink as he placed the glass on the bar. Just as you were about to hand over your money, you seen a heavily tattooed arm from your left reach over, gently placing money down on the counter. You swerved your eyes over, following the trail of tattoos to eventually be met by someone who you wouldn’t have been able to mistake from a mile away. The arm just to happened to belong to Jay Park, famous rapper and creator of the record label AOMG. You looked at him, becoming star-struck for a few seconds as he smiled at you slowly, raising his eyebrows and studying your facial expressions as the barman looked on.

“The lady’s drink is on me” Jay purred, giving the barman a sideways glace as he took his hand back and rested it on the counter. You scoffed through your teeth, taking the money that you had in your hand and placing it into the barman’s hand.

“The lady prefers to pay for her own drinks herself, here you go” you said to him politely, watching him smile as he took the money from you. You looked back at Jay to see him beaming a smile at you, noticing now that the people who you had previously slid your way through were some of the guys from AOMG – Simon, Loco Cha Cha; and of course, Jay.

“Do you always offer to pay for strangers drinks? Or is this just your good deed for the year?” you asked coyly as you sipped on the whiskey, feeling it warm your throat as it went down into your belly. Jay chuckled, staring at you intensely and never taking his eyes off you. You had heard he had a reputation for being a “player” – it was no secret that he was of course attractive, you found his tattoos to add to his charm and of course, he looked after his body too. But that wasn’t enough to make you fall for his tacky ‘paying for your drink’ move that he just pulled.

“I don’t do it too often; but when I do, usually I’m not refused.” He chuckled at you, shifting his weight from his feet and tilting his head back a little. He was intrigued by you – usually girls were all over him, so why were you different?

“Well there you go then, there’s a first time for everything” you said as you flashed him a small smile and turning to walk away. As you did, he gently reached out to you, taking a light grasp on your shoulder as he stopped you in your tracks.

“Wait, you don’t know who I am? You’re not even gonna introduce yourself?” he asked you, a look of shock sweeping over his attractive face – his features striking and his eyes alluring.

“Oh I know who you are. But you’re gonna have to try a little harder to get what you want, Jay” you said teasingly, before shrugging his hand off and giving your best walk back to your girlfriends, letting him have a clear view of your ass in the tight dress as you did. Jay sat watching after you, as Simon slung his arm around him and chuckled dryly.

“Damn, she got you good son. Has Jay Park met his match?” he said loudly over the music as the rest of the guys shared knowing glances between themselves. Jay lay back against the counter, gripping his bottle of beer and watching you from across the club as you sat with your friends, completely ignoring him and his entire existence. You knew it hurt his ego – but you were always a push and pull kind of gal; you weren’t going to give it to him that easy.


Before long, you and your girls were finally drunk enough to join the masses on the dance floor. As you began dancing and giggling with your friends, Jay Parks song “You Know” came on in the club – the sexy and sultry beat filling your ears as you swayed back and forth to the beat, moving your hips slowly and running your hands through your hair. It was then you felt two hands snake around your body, over your stomach and down towards your hips. You jumped slightly at the sudden contact, before turning your head around to see Jay, pulling you closer towards his body as he moved in time to the beat with you. You turned around, still dancing with him as you leaned in towards him.

“You’re really not going to give up, huh?” you purred into his ear, your voice soft and velvety. Jay could smell the liquor on your breath along with the smell of your floral perfume filling his nostrils as he put his hands on you once again.

“What do you take me for? You’re interesting. What’s your name?” he said back, dying to know who you were as if you were some kind of great mystery.

“(Y/N). My name is (Y/N).” You replied, not touching him once as you ran your hands up and down your own body as the strobe lights flickered. Jay said your name over in his head as he caught glimpses of your drunken face, your head tilted back with your eyes closed as you felt your body becoming absorbed by the heavy bass of his song. It was then you pushed him back, smiling at him and backing away, never taking your eyes off him as you slowly moved through the crowd. Jay followed you in a trance as time seemed to slow down, the alcohol swarming through his veins and edging him on even more as he watched you present a ‘come hither’ motion with your finger. Simon and Loco watched from the bar as they couldn’t believe how you – who Jay had only met tonight; had gotten him so wrapped around your little finger that he was now following you like a little puppy.

You continued walking through the crowd, coming to the edge of the dance floor to a more quiet part of the club, not even looking back as you knew that Jay was following you. You stopped upon approaching the wall, reaching your hand behind your head and pulling your hair around, exposing your neck. You looked over your shoulder to see Jay, staring at your womanly frame, practically undressing you with his eyes as he felt his member suddenly twitch gently, getting harder at his explicit thoughts of you. He walked closer, before you turned around and backed yourself up against the wall as he trapped you between it, his mouth lingering over yours as you caught glimpses of his toned body through the dim and sultry lights of the club. Jay kept his eyes on you as he ran his hands over your sides, feeling the soft, thin fabric brush against his palms as he ghosted them over your breasts, feeling your nipples harden as you had no bra on, making him smirk slightly.

“No bra? Aren’t you a naughty girl” he whispered, his voice soft and delicate but well controlled as you giggled, music to his ears as he pressed his body against yours, letting you feel his hard manhood on your lower abdomen. You began feeling the space between your legs soak your thong as you imagined how he would feel in side you, his hands gripping your ass as you let him take you in the most animalistic way possible. You placed a finger on his lips, looking into his eyes which were filled with nothing but pure lust and seduction.

“Not here” you moaned gently, further enticing him as he looked to the side and spotted the back entrance which he knew had a hallway which was always empty.

“Over there” he said, taking your hand and whisking you away to the side door, the both of you slipping out unnoticed.


As soon as you were out of view, you slammed Jay against the wall and began kissing him roughly, both shocking him and turning him on beyond belief. It was the first time he had met a girl who took such control as you did, but at the same time you were vulnerable in so many ways too. You pressed your chest against his, reaching your hand down and palming his clothed core, making him groan into your mouth as he fed your ego. You pressed harder, dominating the kiss as you took what you wanted, almost feeling him tremble from your touch as he gripped your body close to his. You ran your hands up and underneath his shirt, feeling his hard abs against your fingertips before pulling the shirt up and over his body and placing your lips on his neck, leaving small pink and purple galaxies in your wake. Jay relished in the feeling of your teeth grazing his skin as he slipped his hands down and slid them under your dress, pushing your legs apart and placing his hands over your soft, clothed mound, feeling how wet you were.

“You’re so wet already, fuck” he growled in your ear, as you stopped your attack on him, letting him take over as he switched places with you, this time your back being against the wall and letting Jay have his way. He continued to kiss you, occasionally biting your lip while he hiked your dress up over your ass and hooked his finger under the small fabric of your thong, running his fingers gently through your fold and spreading your juices up towards your clit, massaging it gently as he elicited soft, breath mewls from you as you panted into his mouth. He pulled back, watching your face as he slid his middle finger inside of you, feeling your walls grip it tightly as he began to pump you at a fast speed; knuckle deep. You gripped his arm as you tensed your entire body against him, watching his eyes bare into your soul as you let small moans fall from your mouth.

“Do you have a condom?” you managed to let out in between laboured breaths.

“Back pocket baby” he cooed into your face, enjoying watching you unravel underneath him. You slipped you hand around into his pocket, feeling the small foil packaging before placing it in your mouth and reaching down to his jeans and almost ripping the buttons clean off them. Jay removed his finger from inside of you, sliding it into his mouth as he lapped your juices up – making you whimper at the sight of him.

“You taste so good, mmh” he moaned teasingly, but you had had enough. You pulled his jeans and boxers down in one go, watching his member spring free. He was average size, but you were surprised at how thick he was as you now imagined him filing you to the brim and stretching you out, making your arousal almost unbearable as he stepped out of his garments and began pumping himself slowly. As you tore open the packet and began to roll it onto his hard cock, he gripped your breasts through the thin material of your dress, kneading them and pinching your nipples, making your body judder at the over stimulation. Jay checked that the condom was on securely, before pressing you back firmly up against the wall and placing his hands around your thighs below your ass and hoisting you into the air. You primitively wrapped your legs around him and gripped his shoulders as he guided himself into the entrance of your sopping sex. You both let out long, drawn out moans as he slid his member deep into your core, feeling every inch of him fill you up. He fitted you like a glove as he began to move deeper and harder, ramming you against the wall as you panted into his ear.

“Fuck you feel amazing baby, ohhh shit” Jay groaned, shutting his eyes closed tight and breathing harder and heavier with every thrust, his hips rolling into yours while gripping your thighs for dear life – so hard that you were sure he would leave nice little marks for you the next morning. You put your arms under his shoulders and began dragging your nails down his back, making him hiss and that contact and ram into you harder – reaching your little spot of heaven deep within you every time. It was then you felt Jay’s member begin to twitch inside of you, filling the condom with his seed as his orgasm began to wash over him. He moaned your name, but you couldn’t help feel hard done by. At least with your ex, he always to bring you to your end first before he let himself become undone. You rolled your eyes as Jay began to slow down and let you drop to the floor, rolling the soiled condom off himself and tying it before placing it on the ground.

Just as you sighed and began pulling your dress down over your legs, you felt Jays hand grab the back of your hair and bend you over the large crate that sat beside the both of you.

“You didn’t think we were done, did you?” he growled into your ear, sending shivers down your spine as you felt beads of sweat begin to form on your forehead. He gripped your hair harder, learning over your back as you let out a whimper, squirming underneath him and spreading your legs further. Jay moved back, getting down on his knees and observing your open holes and he spread your ass cheeks and running the flat of his tongue over both of your openings, making you moan in both shock and pleasure.

“That’s it (Y/N), moan for me. Let me hear your voice baby” he hummed into your soft skin, before moving your body back towards him, granting him more access to all of you as he attacked your clit with his tongue, rubbing it back and forward and drinking you down. Without any warning, he slammed two of his fingers inside of you, producing lewd sounds that filled the air along with your uncontrollable moaning as your legs began to shake from his penetration. It all became too much as you felt something that you had never felt before. Complete ecstasy built itself up in parts of you that you didn’t know existed, as you tried to hold it back for the fear of the unknown.

“Let go baby, it feels good right? Just let it go” Jay said reassuringly as he put all of his strength from his arm, pumping into you at an alarming rate. Upon hearing his words, you let your body relax as much as it could, before feeling your orgasm hit you like a 3 tonne truck. You couldn’t stop the screams that fell from your mouth as you felt yourself squirting over Jay’s hand has he continued to pump you and make you ride out your intense high.

“That’s it baby, fuck you’re so sexy, good girl” he moaned, encouraging you and making you feel less embarrassed as your sweet nectar dripped down your thighs and his arm. He slowed down with your body naturally, as the convulsions of your orgasm came to a slow and steady stop, before he stood up and pulled you back into his arms, looking at your fucked out, post orgasm face.

“Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he said seriously, looking into your eyes with concern. You let out a small chuckle, putting your arms around him as he lifted you up to sit on the crate to get you off your feet in fear you would collapse.

“Yes…I’m fine but…that’s the first time that I ever…uhm…you know” you replied sheepishly, your cheeks turning red as Jay couldn’t help but find you completely adorable as he rested his forehead against yours, smiling and looking into your eyes.

“I bet there’s a lot of things you haven’t ever done, hmm?” his voice as soft, but sensual as you ran your hands along his body, a little damp from sweat. Jay kissed your forehead, before leaning back and retrieving his clothes before getting dressed and returning between your legs, smiling at you devilishly with his cheeky grin.

“What?” you giggled, cocking your head to the side and wondering what was on his mind. Jay placed his hands on your hips once more, before leaning into your ear and making you bite your lip and widen your eyes at his words, his tone laced with lust and desire.

“Why don’t you come home with me and I can show you all the things you’ve never done before?”

anonymous asked:

Hi can you help me find this fic? It's about Stiles and Derek having one night stand. Stiles wakes up before Derek and tries to leave but Derek wakes up (half asleep) an tells Stiles that he's pretty and that he should stay. Stiles stays. ☺️

That could honestly be one of a million fics bb, lol!  Do you remember anything else?  In the meantime, here’s a Sterek centric update of the One Night Stand tag.   -Emmy

Originally posted by jashuehdz

Manly Man by baeberiibungh 

(1,346 I Explicit I Complete)

Derek blinks at the small shelf behind the mirror. His eye twitches. What a douche.

Put That Body On Me by brokenpromisesandhope 

(1,946 I Explicit I Complete)   *college student!stiles

Stiles meets a beautiful man at the bar and they have super hot sex.

Hypnotic Taking Over Me by Lexatomic 

(1,973 I Explicit I Complete)

When Derek Hale allows himself to have a little fun at a party, Stiles can’t help but stare. The alcohol, the loud music and the warm tension in the air, those probably are the reasons why they end up having sex in Derek’s bed. Probably.

or

That one night stand they will probably never forget.

One More Night by brokenpromisesandhope 

(2,265 I Explicit I Complete)  *also derek/ofc, stiles/omc, other infidelity (not Derek or Stiles)

Stiles and Derek both just got broken up with.. what are they to do.

The Pickup Line I Deserve by hannah_baker 

(4,227 I Explicit I Complete)

Derek Hale has a type: tall, lanky, pale, brunette, passive. Stiles Stilinski is nearly all of those things - but not quite.

Or, The Time Derek Hale’s One Night Stand Was More Than He Bargained For.

A Broken Heart is Blind by orphan_account 

(5,327 I Mature I Complete)  *college au

College AU - When Lydia dumps Stiles to get back with Jackson, Stiles rebounds with Derek, his former TA. It was just supposed to be a one night stand, but they’re both a little confused about what the rules for those are.

Savannah by SlipOfAScribe 

(5,757 I Explicit I Complete)

Stiles has had it with bad relationships. Tonight he’s just going to find the best sex of his life and that’s it! Until, that is, Tall Dark and Handsome comes along and ruins it all.

Inspired by The Clicks “Savannah”

Dance on the Edge by redeyedwrath

(6,076 I Explicit I Complete)  *teacher!stiles

“He isn’t even aware he’s staring until the guy turns that glare to him and Stiles can instantly feel his dick grow hard. Seriously, fear boners are a thing. He has the evidence in his too tight skinny jeans.”

Or, in which Stiles has a one night stand to get over Lydia and falls in love. Yeah. Nice.

Unmade Plans by manicSaturday 

(16,699 I Explicit I Complete)  *mpreg

Life is 10% what happens to you and 90% how you react to it. Who was the fucking genius that said that? Because right now, Stiles is flipping out of his mind.

Or the one where Stiles and Derek’s one-night stand turns into late night rendezvous, Friday night movies, a special surprise and maybe a happy ending… yep, definitely a happy ending. I’m not that cruel.

Destiny Knows by TaliskerMortem 

(22,523 I Not Rated I WIP)  *accidental knotting

 It was supposed to be just an ordinary one-night stand. A quick tumble in the sheets and then good-bye. Derek’s wolf however, had other plans.

OR: The one in which Derek and Stiles do the do and a certain part of Derek’s wolfish anatomy decides they should be bonded for life.

Pretty Melody by thepsychicclam 

(30,501 I Explicit I Complete)  *musician!derek, bartender!stiles

Stiles hasn’t seen Derek in six years, so when he shows up at the bar where Stiles works, claiming to be some indie rock star, Stiles can’t believe it. Stiles has even more trouble believing that he and Derek are about to have a one night stand.

Soon one night turns into two and three, and seeing Derek causes old wounds to open for Stiles. As Stiles reconnects with Derek, he finds himself painting things he’s been avoiding, and he thinks maybe he’ll finally start to heal.

I’m a Believer by LittleLynn

(41,721 I Explicit I Complete)

Stiles’ one night stand turns out to be a lot more than he bargained for. Not that he minds, like, at all.