pairing: saeran/reader notes: did a fic trade with @kirachama and @zentherainbowunicorn! (both v v lovely people and wonderful writers.) my prompts were ’discounted advent calendars’ and ’a slippery patch of ice.’
When Saeran asked you to stay over with him at his brother’s house for the holidays, you were thrilled.
“I’m sorry we’re doing what?!” Stiles was incredulous. They couldn’t be serious. Really they couldn’t be. Lydia and Erica were staring at him in amusement. They must be joking.
“Yes Stiles,” They replied in ominous harmony. “We’re going clubbing.”
“I’m looking at you and hearing clubbing but my head is saying no they can’t mean that. They can’t mean let’s take a group of adolescent werewolves, who can barely contain themselves on a good day! to a club, with people. Real people. But it’s okay. Because I know Derek would never agree to this.”
“Actually,” Lydia looked evil, with the current smirk she was sporting, “Actually he already did.”
Basically just a Sterek fic about Jungle. In the gay club scene when stiles and Scott follow Jackson in to keep an eye on Danny. Just instead of it being Scott and Stiles its Derek and Stiles, as you can imagine things get a little steamy.
3,521 I Mature I Sterek I First Kid!Stiles)
The president had been to the point when he explained to Derek the rules of the job.
Stiles was in the room while these rules were recited: Never take your eyes off of him in public. That’s how he liked to dodge his last bodyguards. No more than an arm’s length apart. He’s more slippery than you’d think. Escort him to and from appearances. Intervene in any situation that might tarnish the Stilinski image…
The list went on and on. As did the games of chicken Stiles initiated to test Derek with these rules.
When everybody except her Dad and her Drag Queens friends forget her birthday, Stiles feels pretty upset. She gets invited to a club to forgot about it and meets someone she really likes. But, this birthday girl is going to get more surprise gifts then she expects.
4,842 I Explicit I Sterek, Derek.OC I Crossdressing)
Derek takes a deep breath before he looks up. “I was going to Jungle to pick up a guy.”
“Huh.” Stiles taps his fingers against his bottom lip. They come away red; there’s already lipstick on his teeth. “You know, there’s an app for that. Grindr. You're—I bet you could just get guys to come over, like pizza delivery.”
One of Derek’s ex-boyfriends is headed to town and Derek’s not feeling inferior at all. …yeah that’s a total lie. He needs something to make his life look less pathetic and he thinks maybe a boyfriend would do the trick. Derek’s willing to let the pack help out… but he draws the line at Stiles becoming his fake boyfriend. No way. Not even if Stiles was the last fake boyfriend on Earth.
36,301 I Explicit I Sterek, Scallison, Peter/Melissa, Stanny, Laura/Lydia, Cora/Boyd, Danny/Isaac I Roommates)
After Stiles’ best friend moves out of the apartment the two of them have shared for the last five years and into his own in a different city with his fiancee, Stiles is in desperate need of a new roommate. After a dinner with the Hale family, Stiles finally has a new roommate. The only problem is that he seems to hate Stiles’ guts.
In a corner of the room, Yuu sat crying over his knocked-over lego tower, as Mika sat next to him, tightly hugging him in an attempt to calm him down. Blue eyes glanced up when a shadow appeared over the lego rubble, watching as Guren lifted Yuu into his arms.
“Up you go.” he smiled, lifting him higher and spinning in slow circles. His whimpers faded to giggles, and he threw his arms up as Guren tossed him in the air and caught him, over and over again.
But his laughter came to an abrupt halt when Guren tossed him too high, and his head hit the ceiling with a loud thud. When he caught him again, his green eyes were flooding with tears, Yuu letting out a wail of pain.
“Oops…. Sorry about that.” he chuckled nervously, while Mika anxiously tugged on his pant leg, as if to say ‘you’re not helping’. He damn well knew that.
“Jeez, Guren… You’re hopeless.” Shinya sighed, stealing Yuu away and cradling him in his arms. His brows were raised as he shot him a pitiable smile.
Characters: Chris Evans the Actor, Sebastian Stan the Actor, Unnamed OFC (You)
Summary: Written in the second person, you are about to settle in for the night when there is a knock on the door.
Rating: Explicit 18+ NSFW
Warnings: Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Oral Sex, Masturbation, Teasing, Penetration, Sex Against The Wall
Word Count: 1,702
You cinch the robe, knotting the tie around your waist and
look through the peep hole in the door to see who you’re going to curse for
waking you up at three in the morning. You see a man swinging his arms and
checking out both ends of the hall. He lifts his fist to knock again and you
open the door before his fist can touch the wood.
Without a word, he steps into the room and closes the door. He grabs your hips, pulls you closer, and in a
last minute tango twist, he has you pinned against the door. His blue eyes
mesmerize you. Their gaze so intense, it feels like flames are licking every
spot his eyes land. He leans closer, licking his lips.
You gasp, “Seb?” just as his head dips and his lips press
against yours. His mouth moves over yours, tongues playing.
Sebastian growls, “My turn.” His body presses you against
In your chest, your heart is thudding. Desire mixes with
guilt—you were just with Chris a few hours ago, but you can feel Sebastian
grinding into your hip. Need and want are the same thing. But not without
Your eyes fly across the room to the dark doorway of the
bathroom. You can barely make out the man leaning there. He slowly leans
forward into the orange glow of the bedside lamp. With half-lidded eyes, you
beg, mouthing Please, Chris.
A dastardly smirk breaks his beard. Chris’ tongue flicks out
and licks his lips. He adjusts his excitement with his hand as he gives a sharp
nod. Then one finger flies upright and presses into his lips, asking you to not
let Sebastian know he has a spectator.
It’s like these two men have a psychic connection. Before
you can utter a breathless yes, Seb has the knot loose and is pushing the robe
from your shoulders. It falls to the floor at your feet. His eyes fall to your
breasts, leering at them like he’s about to devour them.
Redness should be consuming you because of his lewd glare,
but this is Sebastian, the man you wanted a few hours before as he watched you
in the height or orgasm. Your wet for him. But that doesn’t stop the butterflies
from fluttering in your stomach. Chris is watching, after all.
With trembling hands, you reach out. The hem of Sebastian’s
soft white t-shirt is in your grip. You pull it up, over his head, and toss it.
A thousand lifetimes seem to pass as you stare into those fire-hot eyes while
your hands traverse from his shoulders to his chest, though you know it’s mere
seconds in reality.
Lower, slower, your
hands tumble. Every very curvy wave of muscle in his chest and abs is duly
noted for future worship by tongue or lips. You hit the tips of the V and your
breath hitches. Your fingers slide in each of the grooves until they meet his
hands blocking the path. A quick glance has you biting your lip. He’s already
undoing his belt, working it free from his jeans. It falls to the floor with a
loud clank as you undo the button and lower the zipper of his jeans.
Sebastian’s cock twitches when you wrap your hand around it.
Your fingers and thumb don’t come close to touching, but you give it a friendly
tug. He leans into you, burying his face into your neck and cursing the gods
above for how good your touch feels. It teases you, knowing he likes it so
much. So you slide your hand upward, pick up the bead of moisture at the top,
and glide back down.
His mouth lingers, sucking and nipping, lowering until he’s
on the soft curve between your shoulder and neck. He slides his hand between
your thighs. The wetness between your legs welcomes his touch. It’s so wet, he
has no problems sliding in. His deep, lustful voice rumbles through your skin
and you feel a sting where his mouth is. Sebastian marked you.
The deeper his fingers explore, the more you stroke him. A
little chill of excitement runs up and down your spine when his thumb brushes
against your clit. You tilt your hips into him for encouragement and direction.
You beg with a soft breath, “Please, Seb.”
Sebastian’s hand pulls free from you, the attention
immediately missed. He digs in his jeans pocket before sliding them down his
legs and kicking them off to the side. With his eyes holding yours, Sebastian
uses his teeth to tear the foil on the condom. He sets it on the tip and you
help roll it down his cock.
He shoves you back against the door and steps between your
legs. Seb lifts one and hitches it over his hip, over his bulging bicep so he
can grip your hip. He leans all the way forward, pressing into the door with
his free hand above your shoulder. His mouth glides over yours as he grinds
forward. As stiff as he is, it takes a couple of grinds along your slick folds
for lubrication before his cock slides into you.
Sebastian swallows your moan with the entry, returning a
groan of his own. The first stroke is slow as you stretch to take his girth.
The second time is a quicker pass. The third.
The pace increases at a ferocious rate. With every plunge, you
feel a little fire sparking inside. Sebastian’s lips land on the crook of your
neck, lips kissing, teeth nipping, definitely leaving another mark. Between
that and his forceful thrusts, your eyes threaten to roll back in your head. To
fully succumb to Seb wouldn’t be right. Chris is a part of this.
Your lift your chin. Your eyes fight to stay open. Chris is in
the doorway of the bathroom. He’s still as naked as he was when you left him in
your bed moments ago, but his gaze is far from serene. A perfect storm of
passion and jealousy swam in his eyes. He bites into his lower lip, probably
trying to keep himself quiet. Out of the corner of your eye, you see his hand
grip himself and let go.
You lift your chin higher and aim your gaze lower. Chris is
erect and ready for action. His hand clenches himself and releases. He’s definitely
warring with himself—cum now or save it for later.
Sebastian grips your other leg and drapes his over his arm.
The pads of his fingers are digging into your hips. Each finger causes its own
little pain into pleasure sensation as it digs deeper the faster he goes. Your
eyes stay locked on Chris, letting him read the pleasure that’s quickly
You can barely breathe by the time your eyes roll from Chris
to Sebastian. Seb is biting into his lower lip in concentration, watching as he
plunges into you then pulls out of you. Droplets of sweat roll across his
The door behind you is rattling in its frame. Everyone in
that hall, all of your hotel neighbors will know what you’re doing. And it’s at
the point you just don’t care. With a tight grip on Sebastian’s wrists, you
pull, spurning him to go faster, harder, deeper. More, just more.
Seb’s eyes lift and catch you observing him. He moves your
hand to his bicep and returns his hold on your hip. Every muscle bulges and
tenses with every thrust against the door. All that power. All that strength.
His hand slides inward from your hip, grazing the skin with
a rough drag until his thumb lands on your nub. A small rotation of your clit
sends waves of heat through your body, ending with a moan into the air. Another
circle and it happens again. Over and over picking up speed.
Your chin lifts even higher, almost pointed at the ceiling.
Your eyelids want to close, but not until your gaze locks with Chris’. He might
not be the one fucking you this time, but you refuse to leave him out of the
pleasure. He watches you try to fight off the crashing waves of your orgasm.
You’re pleading, begging…all with your eyes. A devilish smirk crawls across his
face, knowing he still holds the ultimate power over you.
Chris’ tongue douses his lip and he mouths, Come for me.
Sparks fly into your eyesight. Flashes, booms, bangs as you
succumb to the tidal wave of pleasure, rushing from your clit where Sebastian’s
thumb is still teasing. Electric volts zap up your spine, zip down your legs.
Wetness coats Sebastian’s pounding dick. Your muscles clench onto him refusing
to let him move anymore. A last breath of air leaves you that very moment it
feels like you’re weightless.
Sebastian thrusts into one last time. A loud grant snaps you
out of your stupor. You can feel his cock pulsating with his own orgasm and you
finally let your eyes close when the last wave washes out.
One last kiss passes, mouths moving together, tongues
tasting, Seb’s hands gripping your hips with the last few pulses of his dick,
your hands holding tightly to him. Breaths ragged. Pulses furiously racing.
Knees fluttery and weak. Heated breaths are exchanged between you, his hot and
minty against your skin.
Your eyes open and meet the calmer, tamer, satiated, Seb, and
he asks, “Are you embarrassed or something?”
“No,” you breath in between gasps of air. “Why?”
“Because you kept looking away from me.”
You look over Seb’s shoulder and can’t stop your grin. Chris
is gripping his left pec as he steps from the doorway, still at attention. You make
a quick silent vow to take care of him soon.
“See? I told you Seb would come get his turn tonight,” Chris
says with a booming laugh, saving you from having to explain.
Seb tosses a glance over his shoulder. “Dude. Seriously?” He
looks back at you with raised eyebrows and asks, “You couldn’t have told me he
“Where would be the fun in that?”
Seb groans into the air while you and Chris burst out in