Spencer walks in on the reader pleasuring herself, and smut ensues.
Part 1 of SMUTmas!
It was the end of a case, and you and Reid had
been sharing a room for the last three nights in a lush Las Vegas hotel. Being
in the same room with the object of your affections was hard enough, let alone
having to share a bed with him (a booking “mistake” on the behalf of Penelope
Garcia who was desperate to see her OTP get together).
However, you had made it
to the final night, and tomorrow you could sleep easily, not spending your
nights lying awake staring at Spencer nestled into the pillow beside you.
‘Y/N?’ Spencer said, snapping you out of your
thoughts and holding the door of the room open for you.
My pic and fic-list, because I’m in this fandom for around 2 years.
A (sort of) fairytale// M // Magic // ✭ The summer after senior year starts normally enough, with the gang spending their final months before college together at the Martin family’s lake house.
And I thought I had problems // E // AU // Vers // ✭ Stiles deals with nefarious soul-sucking witch spells, Scott’s inability to be a fully functioning adult, Danny’s incessant need to make everything about sex, and finding out that his mate is Derek Hale. Tuesdays suck.
John Hughes did not direct my life // E // AU // ✭ Stiles and Derek are childhood friends who drifted apart. When Stiles joins the lacrosse team against his will, the universe (with a little help from Laura and Lydia) chooses to push them back together.
Chasing the horizon // E // AU // ✭ Stiles nearly laughs and for a moment, he sits there trying to think of anything to say. “It’s been a good year,” he croaks at long last.
Gravity’s got nothing on you// E // AU // Vers // ✭ “Three weeks,” Derek says. “Still don’t want to,” Stiles says. “I’ll pay you,” Derek says, and that… that has Stiles interested.
Call it a wild card // T // AU // ✭ “Are you done fanboying, or should I give you a few more minutes?” Erica asks, the smirk and her words clearly directed at Stiles, who’s still standing and gaping, but Derek can’t help but feel there’s a jibe at him hidden in there somewhere, too.
Reach out // E // AU // ✭ In Which Stiles Falls in Love Twice…with the same person
Cupboard love // G // AU // ✭ He’s carefully balancing the sandwiches and the two biggest tupperware containers he could find that both had functioning lids when the front door opens and he almost drops everything right there in front of the stupid fountain.
Keys and Christmas lights // M // AU // ✭ Stiles’ fingers clenched in Derek’s hair, holding him with desperation as he stormed his lips. Derek reacted with a shameless murmur of appreciation, letting Stiles to slowly take control over his body.
Sense of home // E // ✭ Home can be a place, but it can also be a person.
Living with lycanthropy // E // AU // ✭ Wherein they both own bakeries, Stiles tries not to run his grandmother’s legacy into the ground, Laura wants to be a better alpha, and Derek can’t seem to get Stiles’ attention the regular way - so naturally, he accidentally initiates a prank war.
Our lives are changing lanes // E // AU // ✭ There’s a lot of screaming going on inside the first house Stiles visits. He isn’t really worried, because it sounds like kids, but then the door opens and hi, says his dick, because the dude in front of him is gorgeous, built like a god with a face like thunder. Stiles wants to lick that solid jaw line. Hold the fuck on, says his cop brain, because the dude’s got kids hanging all over him; one’s on his back, skinny legs looped around his waist, and another two hanging off one arm, toes barely brushing the ground. There’s a tubby toddler clinging to his leg like a koala, and he’s got a baby tucked into the crook of the one arm that doesn’t have kids hanging off it. Stiles’ mouth drops open.
And If I Die Before I Wake // E // ✭ When Stiles wakes up on his eighteenth birthday from a chaste dream about Derek Hale he doesn’t think it’s a big deal. But when he wakes up the next few days to the same dream, he knows something is going on. And he’s going to get to the bottom of it. Once is an incident, twice is a coincidence, and three times is a pattern. More than three is just torture.
Out of his league // E // AU // Bottom!stiles Derek’s going to be the best ballplayer ever, if Stiles doesn’t kill him first. Or vice versa.
Why don’t you say so? // T // AU Talia Hale has a plan. Derek will go to the Winter Formal and he will ask the Stilinski boy to dance, and they will finally get their heads out of their asses and her son will stop moping around the house in his underwear..
Bogarted // M // Crack Or, Derek’s hit with a Film Noir curse, which forces him to narrate his own life in luridly-detailed prose.
I do, do you? // E Stiles and Derek wake up hung over and married in a hotel room in Las Vegas. It wouldn’t be so bad if the year before their relationship hadn’t fallen apart.
Navigating this space between us // E Derek gets forced to watch some sci-fi show about a surly, secret prince and the sarcastic young spaceship captain hired to aid him on his quest.
Glossy double cover spread // E When Derek finds out exactly how Stiles has been able to afford the tuition for his fancy private college, he becomes a touch…obsessed.
The sweetest of words // E // ✭ Five or so years after the show. Stiles is in college, and finds himself getting stalked by a succubus. Derek’s determined that the best way to thwart her is to prove that he and Stiles are madly in love. It’s not really as much of an act as either seems to think.
Celebrity crush // E // AU Stiles wasn’t expecting to meet his favourite actor when Scott helped him land an internship on the set of Jackson’s new film, and he certainly wasn’t expecting Derek to fall in love with him. Not that Stiles was complaining.
Game on // T // AU Derek first sees him from across the quad four days into fall semester. He’s sitting on one of the long benches, a marker pen in his mouth, grinning at something the kid lounging on the bench beside him is saying. When he laughs properly he pulls the pen out and throws his head back, his neck a long, lean line Derek is entranced by.
Daddy do’s // G // AU // ✭ Stiles is a celebrity YouTube hairstylist. Derek may or may not have a crush. Lydia just wants a French braid for school picture day.
Brilliant & ridiculous // M All Derek wanted was for the woman to leave him alone and ring up his groceries. How that led to her thinking Stiles is his boyfriend is something he blames on Stiles and his inability to stay out of trouble for five minutes.
No homo// E // AU // ✭ Stiles’ sophomore year starts something like this: 3 FourLokos + 1 peer-pressuring cat - 1 best bro to end all best bros = 1 Craigslist ad headline that reads “str8 dude - m4m - strictly platonic”. Derek is the fool who replies.
Alpha complex// E // AU // PWP // ✭ “Hold still,” Stiles says, hand clamping down on the back of Derek’s neck to keep him from turning and it’s laughable, really – the thought that that would be enough to hold him.
Finger bangin’ // E // AU // PWP Stiles starts bringing drumsticks to Pack gatherings, sitting himself on the edge of the group to tap out maddening rhythms on his knees as the werewolves train.
A road that’s built to last // E // AU // ✭ Stiles is driving the Trans-Canada highway, all the way from Toronto to Vancouver. He’s always been told that it’s a bad idea to pick up hitchhikers, but, somehow, he’s still got someone riding shotgun with him, and he’s starting to think it might be one of the best decisions he’s made in a long time.
Fly a little faster // T // ✭ Everyone knows when you go back in time, you shouldn’t step on an ant, just in case you accidentally kill your own grandparent or something. But what happens when you go back in time and, uh, accidentally interrupt the one event that apparently made the Grumpiest Alpha in Town into a ball of mindless manpain?
But then what… // E // AU Senior year is almost over, and all Stiles needs to do is keep his head down to survive. A teacher calls in a favour, leaving him stuck tutoring Derek Hale, one of the most popular jocks in school and a member of a group of douche-canoes who have bullied Stiles for years. He’s someone Stiles totally hates. Totally.
All the wonders that remain // E // AU // WIP The one where Stiles is an average dude whose soulmate just happens to be movie star Derek Hale, and he only finds out after pictures of Derek’s soulmark - their soulmark -go viral.
Love is a force of nature // E // AU // PWP When Derek’s father sat him down for the sex talk when Derek was thirteen, he’d explained that werewolves felt things more intensely than humans when they found their mate.
Say hello to the brushfire // E // AU The night before Stiles turns eighteen, Derek Hale spills coffee on him. Things get weirder (and more awesome) from there.
I might be a fool // E // AU The thing about Stiles, though, is that for him, turned on and angry are not mutually exclusive feelings. He may be painfully hard but that doesn’t mean he’s not also ready to strangle Derek for having the audacity to act like this is something that’s happening to him, not something that is almost entirely his fault.
With metal on our tongues // E // AU Double-oh agents are a piece of work; Stiles knew that before he became MI6’s new quartermaster. It’s cool, he survived Lydia in college, he can deal with stubborn, reckless, trigger-happy operatives. Derek Hale, though, is definitely trying to live up to his predecessor’s legacy and make Stiles’ life more difficult.
Come on, tear me apart// E “Why were you thinking about my tattoo, Stiles?” He asks, making Stiles swallow and lick his lips nervously, only to be more confused when Derek follows the movement with his eyes.
How to turn a bad boy into a fanboy // T // AU Stiles owns a comic books store and Laura’s son is a huge fan of Spiderman. It was only a matter of time before Derek stepped foot in there.
Not every tuesday // E // AU Every Tuesday morning at ten, like clockwork, Derek Hale would come into Stiles’ shop and get his stubble trimmed. Every Tuesday at lunch, Lydia would tell him how jealous she was that she couldn’t make it to work before him, getting stuck with perms. Every Tuesday evening, Stiles rushed home and into the shower to get the hair off of him, and to rub one out thinking about jawline and beard burn on his thighs.
What’s up Pinocchio? // E // Crack Stiles knows his dick, okay? He knows it well. He knows how long it is, how thick it is - measuring is a normal thing for a curious teenager, it really is - but somehow, that’s not true anymore.
Accidentally in love // M // AU Derek has spent his summer vacation crushing on the Sheriff’s son Stiles Stilinski, mostly from afar, but then when school starts suddenly Stiles is sitting next to him in Chemistry and inviting him around to his place after school.
Normal again // T // AU // Gif-fic Stiles awakens in a psychiatric hospital. Is it another Alpha mind trick or have the last few years of Stiles life all been a dream created to deal with his mother’s death?
I wish I had a river // T // AU Derek is the editor of a successful publishing firm, and is horrible to all his employees, including Stiles. On Christmas Eve night, he gets visited by three spirits and has to take a look at his life.
This Time With Feeling // E // AU “Derek Hale, if you refuse to learn from your past…then you will be
doomed to repeat it.” In which Derek is turned into a 16-year-old and
has to stay with Stiles until they figure out how to turn him back.
Biology Is Not Power // E // PWP Biology is not related to power. That’s the first lesson everyone learns
in their Sexuality and Humanity class in high school. Like, the very
first thing. First words in the book and everything.
This is a compilation of fics that I’ve read/re-read over the past month. Faves get a star ( ★ ). There is also a separate fic rec page for my favorites here and a fic rec sorter here, if you’d like to check those out. :)
▶▶ A Neutrino Walks Through a Bar by Moku
Teen And Up | 45,261w
Stiles had become the most popular matchmaker of Beacon Hills in less than a year. And he really didn’t know how that had happened.
▶▶ A Not So Easy Arrangement by hazelandglasz
Explicit | 5,314w
AU where Derek’s still the Alpha, and Erica and Boyd aren’t dead.
Stiles and Derek have to fake-date because of werewolf reasons, but it shouldn’t be too hard because they’re already having sex together? And they’re great friends? Shouldn’t be too hard, Stile thinks, but he’s been pining away, and he was actually gonna ask out Derek for real, because he kinda loves him, but now he just feels weird. And he’s still finding ways to fall in love with Derek.
▶▶ accidentally? by bibliosexual
Mature | 3,683w
BOSS: “know why I called you in here?”
ME: “because I accidentally sent you a dick pic”
BOSS [stops pouring 2 glasses of wine]: “accidentally?”
Or, in which Derek receives a surprising email one morning.
▶▶ all stories deserve an end by bleep0bleep
Teen And Up | 2,351w
No one hardly ever comes up to this area of the forest, especially with the rumors of the “mad wizard.” Stiles encourages the rumor, because it means people leave him alone. It’s a good, solitary existence as long as Stiles pretends the aching loneliness in his heart isn’t there.
▶▶ anything, anything by drunktuesdays
Explicit | 5,242w
Prompt: Stiles wakes up in Derek’s bed in a world where they’re married now, and Derek keeps leaving the room every time he tries to have a conversation about how this happened, since they weren’t even dating.
▶▶ Bones Straining Under the Weight by weathervaanes ★
Explicit | 15,645w
One of Stiles’ favorite things about life is Derek Hale’s food blog. He never expects to meet the man in person.
▶▶ But, Doctor! by stilinskisparkles ★
Mature | 30,269w
“We had to splint a girl’s leg in a ditch,” Scott says excitedly.
“Bro, you sound way too happy about that,” Stiles complains, opening up his bag and pulling out a Twinkie.
Derek removes it from his hand silently and replaces it with an apple. Stiles scowls at him for a second then bites into it, regardless. Derek sits back and lets the group discuss the merits of dramatic lifesaving feats for winning over the ladies. Scott is convinced it’ll help impress Allison; Isaac thinks Scott’s a loser. Stiles—
Stiles is falling asleep on Derek’s shoulder.
▶▶ First Impressions Are Overrated by Leslie_Knope
Teen And Up | 14,634w
In Stiles’ defense, he didn’t deliberately ram his grocery cart into the (evidently precarious) pyramid of oranges.
▶▶ I Call You Names Because I Love You by tylerfucklin (Deshonanana)
Mature | 13,025w
Years of touring with Stiles would never have prepared Derek for the day his beloved techie fell in love with someone else.
▶▶ I Do Do You? by Captain_Loki ★
Explicit | 6,540w
Stiles and Derek wake up hung over and married in a hotel room in Las Vegas. It wouldn’t be so bad if the year before their relationship hadn’t fallen apart.
But this one’s for the brilliant @angelycdevil! Happy belated, love!
Based on this prompt. I know you asked for Stucky, but that was before I knew of the wonders of Holsom!
The day had already been a weird one before the knock on his
He’d woken in his Las Vegas hotel room (expected) without
Ransom (unexpected) to insistent knocking on his door. He’d yanked it open,
ready to chirp Rans for leaving his key, only to find Shitty, Bitty and
motherfriggin’ Johnson in the doorway.
To say he’d been shocked would be an understatement.
It was no secret that he and Ransom were flying out to Vegas
post-graduation. But, when they’d let the team know in April what the plan was,
there’d been a string of quiet apologies as unfortunately timed prior engagements
and tight budgets knocked their invite list down to nil. And, while he would
have loved to have at least his team there, this was simply a marriage of
waiting for you to say it first by paradis (T, 8k) Four months. Four months they’ve managed to avoid one another. Stiles quit going to pack meetings. He quit doing research unless Scott really, really begged him to. He avoided driving the road that led out to the turnoff to the Hale house, he avoided going to all the spots where Derek might possibly be. Four months, and now, here they are, standing in the Minit Mart, Stiles thinks, staring down at the grimy tiles. He can hear the catch of Derek’s breath, and he closes his eyes and breathes deep.
Lord knows it would be the first time by uraneia (E, 12k) Stiles is home from Berkeley for the summer, but only because he promised the pack. He’d rather not see Derek, because whatever the thing was that they were doing, they’re not doing it anymore, and it sucks. Unfortunately, he doesn’t have a choice. The betas tried a magical remedy for Derek’s melancholy, and now Stiles has a three-year-old who looks like Derek. Stiles doesn’t know how to deal with that, and he definitely doesn’t know how to tell the betas he and Derek were secret fuck buddies for a year and a half.
Easy Trouble by Survivah (M, 56k) Derek+Stiles+fairies = love spell. ”Make love to me,” Derek demands. What.
Taught By Experts by unpossible (T, 29k)
“Let me get this straight,” Stiles says. “You’re going to be publicly dating someone else.”
i have always been the storm by stilinskisparkles (E, 25k) “You’re all headed out to Oklahoma in a week.” Derek snaps his head up, stares at him in horror, “No, boss.” “Yes,” Finstock insists in a steely voice. “The NSSL have been on at us for a year about some decent exposure, and I think you’re just the team to do it.” “I haven’t done weather since college,” Derek protests.Boyd snorts again, presumably because he’s thinking back to the time when Derek and the weather last collided and he…. well, did the guy into the weather for a brief, wonderful, terribly foolish time. But, Boyd needs to shut up before Derek punches him on the nose.
Hello, Heartbreaker by astoryaboutwar (E, 18k) It’s a popular joke among Alphas: fuck an Omega, get heartbreak on your hands. Omegas are fragile little emotional things, needy and whiny. Stiles refuses to become that, or to believe that he’s anything like that. Stiles and Derek have been fuckbuddies for a while when Derek loses his memories of the past three years - and them - in an accident.
no aphrodisiac like loneliness by thepsychicclam (E, 20k) Stiles is 27 now, with a master’s degree and a career and a house and a serious boyfriend and a life in San Francisco that doesn’t include Derek. But then Stiles unexpectedly shows back up in Beacon Hills, and Derek would recognize that scent anywhere.
Summary: Sammy and the reader wake up to a surprise
Warnings: noneeeee (but there will be maybe? ;))
A/N: I’ve officially returned from my hiatus! Get ready for more oneshots and fics! Send me requests and if you want to be tagged, let me know! ALSO, if you guys want this to be a series, I’ll continue this story!
Have you read (or written) any good sterek amnesia fics? Like one other the other loses thier memory for whatever reason and slowly falls back in love all over again? You're my go to for fic recs so I figured I'd ask uvu ❤️
should the pillars of memory topple out of my reach by bleep0bleep (T, 4k)
If Stiles didn’t know any better he’d say that look in Derek’s eyes is adoring, but he does know better, and also amnesiac Derek thinks they’re married. Which is the only fact he hasn’t questioned so far, which is the weirdest thing.
Here are the recs, for amnesia (long term, temporary, magical, etc)
Both have amnesia
By Any Other Name by entanglednow (E, 33k) He doesn’t know his name, he doesn’t know who he is, and neither does the werewolf he’s on the run with. But he’s pretty sure they hunt monsters, because they seem to be really good at it.
until we wake by verity (E, 2k) ”It shouldn’t have affected Derek,” Lydia says over the phone. “But maybe—because of your bond.” ”What bond,” Derek says.
I Do Do You? by captain_loki (E, 7k) Stiles and Derek wake up hung over and married in a hotel room in Las Vegas. It wouldn’t be so bad if the year before their relationship hadn’t fallen apart.
has time rewritten every line by kellifer_fic (T, 15k) No, dad. Listen to what I’m saying. Yesterday, I was eighteen. I’m not speaking metaphorically, or about the way I feel or whatever. I was eighteen, we lived in the house on Maple, the last conversation we had was about how fries didn’t count as a vegetable and I, uh, wasn’t married.
Stiles has amnesia
Remember Me by stilinskisparkles (T, 4k) When Stiles wakes up he sees a pair of eyebrows knitted together. He blinks and a blurry face comes into view. The face looks angry, no, furious.
Black Out Days by Stoney (T, 13k) Myocardial contusion: literal crushing and bruising of one’s heart. There’s an accident. All Stiles can remember is how the handsome guy sitting next to his hospital bed makes him feel. And that the accident happened at a wedding. Which means…
El Corazon del Lobo by heartsdesire456 (M, 23k) Derek drove back into Beacon Hills on a Tuesday morning seven years after he had left it last with one single thought: “Why am I doing this?” But in his heart, Derek knew exactly why. (In which Stiles suffers temporary memory loss and any serious emotional trauma could give him permanent damage so Scott calls Derek to come back and fake like he and Stiles are still together so that Stiles can heal)
Begin Again by PeanutButter (E, 21k) ”It’s March 2020,” His dad begins. “We found you in the woods last night. You’d hit your head and were lying in a clearing. Do you remember that?” Stiles nods. That at least is familiar. “You’re twenty five.” ”I’ve lost seven years of my life?” Stiles remembers the steady beat of Derek’s heart, using it to keep himself calm. “Will I get it back?”
the sound will bring me home again by notallargon (T, 2k) They stop for gas. Stiles considers making a run for it but the wire of his headphones is tangled with his seatbelt. “Stop fidgeting. I can smell your fear,” the trucker deigns to tell him. “You talk like a serial killer,” Stiles says. “I watch Criminal Minds, too.” “How great was Prentiss this season,” the trucker says. “She died.” “Oh my god, shut up. No spoilers.” In which Stiles doesn’t remember what happened with Gerard Argent, or very much else, actually.
Untitled by Jerakeen and tryslora (T, 2k) Stiles wakes up one morning in a large bed, in a huge house, with no memory of where he is and why there are pictures of him and his friends - that he doesn’t remember taking - on every available surface. The mirror tells him he’s way older than he thinks he should be, and the couch downstairs reveals a sleepy disheveled hottie that he in no way could have landed.
The Man In The Snow by mikkimouse (T, 16k) Derek finds a young man injured in a ravine on the border of his ranch. That’s strange enough, but the mystery only deepens when the young man wakes up without any memory of what he was doing out there.
Teenage Dream by matildajones (M, 59k)
“I’m married. I’m married to Derek Hale,” Stiles says. Everything seems to hit him at once. He pushes aside the fact there’s a celebrity sitting right next to him, and then thinks of why the fuck he can’t remember him, why he doesn’t know who he’s married to, and how much time he must have lost. After an accident, Stiles wakes up to what can only be a dream. He has money, he has fame, he has award winning actor Derek Hale as his husband. It quickly seems more and more like a nightmare because Stiles doesn’t remember getting any of it - and it’s hard to accept the reality that Derek can still love him.
Running Down A Dream by tryslora (T, 10k) He wakes into an unknown room and without his memories. The name they give him tastes unfamiliar on his tongue, and he wonders if he’ll ever find the memory-eating aliens that did this to him, or the magical spell to give him back his life.
And We’ll Be Complicated by ingberry (E, 19k)
Stiles already had his hands full with the case he was working on for the enigmatic Mrs. B. He really didn’t need this too, but there was no changing the fact that he no longer remembered Derek Hale or anything connected to him. And no one could figure out why.
Request: Hello!!!! Okay first off I LLLLLOOOOOOVVVVVVVEEEEEE your writing, it’s so good that I showed my bestie and she loves your writing too, ummm I have a request ummm could you please make a shy reader part 5, OMG I LOVE SHY READER! I need More! Thank you
Request: ITS FINALLY MONDAY OMG! Can you please write one where Dean teach the reader how to fight, because she has never been in a fight, because she always been the kind girl & shy girl. Maybe you can write a shy!reader 5, and have this request in it :)
Request: Shy!Reader part 5 please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Maybe she can get mad and it’s just super funny??
Stiles is 27 now, with a master’s degree and a career and a house and a serious boyfriend and a life in San Francisco that doesn’t include Derek. But then Stiles unexpectedly shows back up in Beacon Hills, and Derek would recognize that scent anywhere.
Four months they’ve managed to avoid one another. Stiles quit going to pack meetings. He quit doing research unless Scott really, really begged him to. He avoided driving the road that led out to the turnoff to the Hale house, he avoided going to all the spots where Derek might possibly be. Four months, and now, here they are, standing in the Minit Mart, Stiles thinks, staring down at the grimy tiles. He can hear the catch of Derek’s breath, and he closes his eyes and breathes deep.
In which Derek is a gruff, struggling executive for his family’s sprawling, wealthy company in New York, and Stiles is his quirky, offbeat intern who brings him cold coffee each morning and wears stupid T-shirts to work and generally succeeds at being a thousand times more charming than Derek could ever hope to be. To the outside observer, their relationship is combative but fond, although in private Stiles and Derek have a great deal more secrets, anger, and painful history between them than Derek is prepared to acknowledge or reveal. In retrospect, that might be half of the problem.
Stiles is home from Berkeley for the summer, but only because he promised the pack. He’d rather not see Derek, because whatever the thing was that they were doing, they’re not doing it anymore, and it sucks.
Unfortunately, he doesn’t have a choice. The betas tried a magical remedy for Derek’s melancholy, and now Stiles has a three-year-old who looks like Derek. Stiles doesn’t know how to deal with that, and he definitely doesn’t know how to tell the betas he and Derek were secret fuck buddies for a year and a half.
Derek took the picture late one night the summer between Stiles’ junior and senior years of college, the last of their four summers together.
Or not-together. The last of their four summers of whatever it was they were to each other in those years, fucking nonstop and spending nearly every waking moment together for three months at a time, both of them aggressively maintaining the it’s-just-sex-it-doesn’t-mean-anything rule they set their very first time together, the night of the pack’s high school graduation party when, slightly drunk, Stiles kissed him for the first time, determined and eager, heart pounding in Derek’s ears.
Derek doesn’t do pining. He doesn’t. So when it becomes clear that Stiles is much more interested in having Derek as a new best friend than a boyfriend, he puts on his big boy pants and makes it fucking work. He becomes the best goddamn friend a spastic teenager could ever hope to have.
9,428 I Future Fic, Established Relationship Teen and Up “Stop being such a creeperwolf and come cuddle with me.” OR: The five times Derek fell even more in love with Stiles, and the one time Stiles beat him to saying it first.
15,435 I 3/3 I Pack Feels Teen and Up One day Stiles finds a little girl in the forest behind the Hale property. She’s everything he’ll need and he’s everything she wants. Now if she can only get rid of one sour Alpha wolf they’ll be happily ever after. Sterek all the way
18,044 I Future Fic Not Rated (Fluffy says Teen and Up) With the Pack out of town for Christmas and his dad and Melissa on the honeymoon they never had, Stiles plans to craft his way through the holidays to distract himself from being alone. When he realizes his plan isn’t as fun by himself, Stiles turns to Derek Hale to help him out as the only other miserable guy left in Beacon Hills at Christmas. Or the one where Stiles loves Pinterest and forces Derek to help him bake ten different cookies and break out his hot gluing skills. There might be heaping amounts of feels. You have been warned.
22,368 I 3/? I A/B/O, Mates Mature My friend sent this to me on Tumblr: “I officially challenge sunshinexlollipops to write me a fluffy Sterek fic. No angst except for one small paragraph and it can not be major. High school AU. Stiles is a nerd, Derek is a jock. Tutor!Stiles. They fall in love.” Challenge accepted, Krista… Sort of? (Some tags will apply later to the 4th chapter.) – Derek clears his throat quietly, resuming his plan on retrieving the boy’s mythology book, “Y-You dropped this…” “I know, but- thanks.” The boy snatches the book out of Derek’s hand with his mortification filling the air in a sharp, heady scent that has Derek’s wolf mentally salivating, “You’re welcome… Uh, do you know where the tutor session thing is supposed to be?” “T-That’s me,” with another addition of pink to his cheeks, the boy rushes to correct himself a little, “I mean, I’m the tutor here and this is supposed to be- oh god, I’m really butchering this, aren’t I?”
24,552 I Teacher/Student Relationship Explicit Derek is a lonely professor who decides to call a phone sex line. Stiles is a poor grad student who needs to make a living somehow. “One night stands were never this good. Hell, his previous relationships were never this good. Derek was so screwed, but right now he didn’t care.”
63,230 I 15/15 I AU-Porn, AU-Werewolves are known Explicit AVN BREAKING NEWS– DIAMOND VISTA RIDGE BREAKS HIS CONTRACT WITH HALE HOUSE “We haven’t seen much of our favorite rock hard stud from Hale House ever since that indie twink dethroned him as champion in Orgasm Wars, but it’s just been confirmed that Diamond will no longer be working for the legendary studio famous for producing some of our favorite werewolf-on-human works. Don’t fret, Diamond fans, it looks like he’s been spotted cozying up to True Alpha Studios! Apparently he couldn’t get enough of that one human and then followed him home. Could it be true love? Keep your eye on this studio– us at AVN think we’re about to get a lot more of Diamond in a very new way!” ~ The one in which (almost) everyone is a porn star, and Derek just wants to curl up with his fluffy blanket and watch the Hallmark channel, but work and falling in love gets in the way.
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You’re standing in the kitchen of your sweet Vegas hotel room, pulling out some glasses from the cabinet when you feel hands on you, making you jump a little, but relaxing at his touch. “Guess who?” Zayn says into your ear, and you bite your lips to keep from smiling. “Hi, love” you say as he pulls you into his chest and you lean back, smiling against his lips when he kisses you. He steps aside then to check what you’re doing and he grins. “We gettin’ a little pissed tonight, yeah?” and you giggle. “I think our one year calls for that, don’t you?” and he nods. “‘Course.” You smile and pass him a corkscrew and the bottle of wine, watching as he looks you up and down, your face blushing under his gaze. He puts the bottle down and strokes your cheek gently, smiling when he says, “You always blush, love, but I couldn’t help it. You look so…” and he admires you again, body covered in nothing but his “fuck you” t-shirt and a lacy, red lingerie set underneath. “So sexy.” and you giggle, nervous but turned on, a breathy thank you leaving your lips.
He pecks you on the cheek before heading into the bedroom to change and you pause setting up for a second. “Zayn?” you call and he pokes his head out. “Yeah, love?” and you sigh, unsure if he’ll enjoy tonight. “Are you sure that you’re okay with staying in tonight? I mean it is our one year and I know-” and his hands cut you off, tilting your head up so you can look at him. “Babe, ‘course I’m okay. We’re spending this whole weekend together in this beautiful city, went out last night and there’s still tomorrow. This entire weekend is our celebration, okay? A night in, especially tonight, is better than perfect.” and at that, he leans down and kisses your forehead, then your nose, then your lips, making you melt into him, completely taken over by his touch. He pulls away with a smile playing on his lips and lets his hands fall to your waist. “Plus if we stay in that gives us more time to do whatever we want, for how long we want-” and he kisses you again then turns you around so your back is to his chest, gesturing towards the counters surrounding you and the couch in the small living room, “-where we want.”
After a few more kisses against the kitchen counter Zayn’s iPhone playlist fills the hotel room and you smile at the sound of his voice singing along to the sweet, sensual songs he’s chosen while he changes his clothes. He appears from the bedroom again, this time in a blank tank top and loose sweatpants. Even in the comfiest of clothes, you can’t help the feeling of desire that washes over you. You look away to go back to mixing drinks and preparing the chocolate fondue you prepared for the night. You hear him come padding into the kitchen, laughing as his body pushes into yours so he can get a whiff of the warm chocolate and fresh fruit. He mmm’s into your ear and the sound gives you goosebumps, but you don’t let him notice and continue on. He helps cut up some fruit and finally, you’re done. The chocolate is in a little bowl surrounded by bananas, strawberries, little cookies, marshmallows, and cherries. He rubs his hands together at the sight of the food and you smile, passing him the bottle of wine he never opened before. You watch as he pops the cork off, smiling and giving him a quick kiss before pouring 2 glasses and digging in to your snack.
You sit together on the small balcony of your hotel room, watching the twinkling lights of Las Vegas as the sun sets. You dip a cherry in the chocolate and hold it in front of him and he smirks before accepting it, parting his lips to nip the cherry off its stem. He licks his lips and smiles, cheerfully saying “My turn” as he goes to pick up a strawberry. He gets it covered in chocolate and you happily bite the end of it, letting your eyes roll back at how good it tastes. You take a second bite, and this time your lips gently touch Zayn’s fingers. The feeling sends a spark through you and you watch as he drops the leaves from the fruit onto the plate. Your eyes search his for a second before you stand up. His chair makes a scraping sound as he moves it away from the table and you walk around his chair, letting your hands drape over his shoulders from behind him. You kiss his neck, hands rubbing up and down his chest as your lips move a little higher. His fingers lock with yours and he pulls you then, making you rush out from behind him and fall into his lap. He plays with your fingers for a second before letting go and you notice a bit of chocolate on his fingers from before. You grab his hand and he watches silently as you lift his fingers to your mouth and gently kiss the tip of each one, sucking the chocolate off one, your eyes never leaving his. You kiss it again before letting his hand go and you fix yourself so your upright, straddling him on the balcony. “You know, they can see us out here” he says, voice low and gravelly. You nod and lean down, ignoring what he said as you kiss him longingly, tongues crashing against each other’s, your hands on the back of his neck while his rest on your lower back, keeping you as close as possible. You grind your crotch gently against him, a small breath escaping you and he pulls back, breaking the kiss. He traces your lips, more pink than before, and you love it. “Do you want me?” he says, his voice still gravelly, thick with desire. “You nod and he bites his lip. “Say it, love.” and you look into his eyes, both hands on his chest. “I want you.” you say, your want and need for him obvious in your voice and at that he stands up, lifting you into his arms and carrying you back into the hotel room.
He has you against the wall, hands on your thighs while you keep yourself wrapped around him. His mouth is on yours, hungry and passionate as your tongues move together, giving you that feeling in the pit of your stomach, those butterflies only he can give you. You hold his face in your hands, one hand moving to the back of his neck when his lips find your neck, teeth nipping gently at the skin there. You bite back a small moan and he keeps going, tongue swiping the skin as he bites down a little harder, this time getting a quick, breathy sound from you. His lips move again, back to your lips where he bites and gently tugs at your lower lip. He lets it go and keeps his face in front of yours, lips barely touching when he says “You’re mine” and your lips part. You tighten your legs around him and you hold his face again, kissing his neck and then his lips. “I’m yours” you say softly against his lips and he moves away from the wall, arms keeping you against him, lips bumping together as he walks you towards the bedroom.
He lets you down when you get in and you watch him swipe off his and your clothes and such from the dresser. He turns around to face you and you don’t hesitate to kiss him again, pulling him towards you as you lift yourself onto the dresser. He stands in between your legs and you reach out to him, hands resting on his waist. You run your hands gently and slowly, till they’re below his tank top and you nod for him to put his arms up. He does and you lift the shirt over his head and your breath hitches at his tan, sleek body covered in tattoos in front of yours. He rests his hands on your thighs and rubs up, doing the same to you to take off your shirt. He drops it to the floor and bites his lip, eyes scanning your body. You lay one hand on the back of his neck and gently pull him lower to kiss him, leaning back as you do. His hand rubs from your thigh to your stomach where he traces a circle around your belly button before continuing, palm rubbing gently over your breast and to your neck, finally resting on your cheek. Your lips move with his as you gently tug at the short hair on the back of his neck. His hands are on you again, this time working their way behind you. He pulls you back up and as close to him as possible, hiking one leg up to wrap it around him. Your head rolls back when he starts to kiss your neck again, his mouth sending chills down your spine. You can tell he’s getting impatient, wanting to destroy you right then and there with the way his lips move on your neck and you are too, your longing for him felt deep inside of you. You push forward a little, his lips still marking your skin and trace the heart on his hip, looping your fingers into the band of his sweats and pulling forward. He nips at your skin some more, your breath catching at the feeling and more so because of his hands on you, over your underwear exactly where you want to feel him. He rubs and you bite back a moan, grinding into his touch. You yank his pants lower and he pulls you as close as possible, his hard length pressing into you, fingers looping around the lace of your underwear and pulling them off, wrapping both your legs around him once he’s done. You throw your arms over his shoulders and he keeps his eyes on yours as he tugs his sweats lower, letting his boxer briefs fall with them. He puts his hands on your hips holding you against him, his eyes still on yours when he pushes into you, watching as your head falls back and your grip on him tightens. You’re both sloppy at first, your lips falling together and apart as he thrusts in and out, making the dresser bump the wall. You cling tight to him, hands pressing into his shoulders and he doesn’t take his eyes off you, pleased with pleasing you. Your bra strap falls down your shoulder and he kisses the exposed skin, hands gripping your hips as he moves. You hold his face in your hands again, and kiss him as he thrusts, harder with each one and he pauses for a second to lift you into his arms once more, this time to carry you over to the bed.
His lips are on yours once again as he gently lays you down, kissing from your mouth back to your shoulder. He slips the other strap down and then unclasps the lacy red bra, tossing it over his shoulder. You flush under his gaze, and he notices, smiling as he kisses your shoulder again. He moves over your skin, hands palming your breasts as his lips move. You put your hands over his, guiding him to keep going and he squeezes a little, thumb running over your nipple. Your heel digs into his back when he does this, and he keeps going, mouth on your neck and hands on your breasts. You arch into his body and he adjusts himself, ready to keep going. You arch back more, every feeling he’s giving you intensified now that he’s found his rhythm, hips moving against yours, pushing in and out slowly at first then faster. He grips the headboard with one hand, both of your hands pressing into him, nails digging into his skin. He eases out then and pulls you up with him, kissing you as he kneels on the bed and pulls you on top of him. “I want to see you”, he says accent thicker and voice low. You nod once and kiss him, wanting to feel all of him. He pulls you close and his hands rest on your lower back, yours still on his shoulders as he pushes into you again. He fills you and you can’t help but let his name cross your lips and he watches you as you cling to him. You bite his shoulder to keep from being to loud, nails digging into him again and he holds you close. Your warm and sticky, and you don’t know whose sweat is whose as you move together, a rhythm keeping your hips rolling together. Your name leaves his lips and you kiss him, hand in his hair as he thrusts hard and slow. He eases you onto your back again, keeping his rhythm with you as he kisses down your body, lips leaving your sweaty skin tingling. His lips find your breast and kiss it gently, tongue swiping the side. You watch as through his thrusts, he nips the skin of your breast, marking you there as well. A pleased squeal leaves your lips at the feeling of his mouth sucking the skin, and then he stops to kiss your mouth some more. His hands travel down your body, one right to your center. He uses two fingers to circle your clit, biting his lip at the sight of you under him, struggling to not scream his name. He thrusts hard and deep, skin slapping yours and his fingers work you, bringing you to the edge. You claw at the sheets around you, “fuck” escaping your lips in a breathy moan. He leans lower, fingers still circling when he presses his forehead to yours. “Come for me” he says and your eyes flutter open, his name the only thing leaving your lips. “C’mon babe” he says, urging you on and you arch back, body crashing with his. Your heels dig into his back and one hand curls into the sheets while the other digs into his shoulder. Your muscles tighten and you feel the high rush through you as you finally hit your climax. He catches his name with his lips as you release and he lets your body gently hit the sheets. He leans down and brushes your sweaty hair back, kissing your lips once more.
You stay together under the sheets for a little while, sharing soft kisses. You sit up suddenly and go to wrap the sheet around you, but he holds it down, laughing when you frown at him. “Sorry love, but I could look at you naked all night”, he says and you stick your tongue out at him. He chuckles and watches you, arms crossed behind his head as you walk over to the bathroom. “You can throw one of my t-shirts on”, he says from the bed and you poke your head out. “No, won’t be needing it in here, thanks though. And I was thinking you could join me?” and his eyebrows raise. “Yeah?”, he says and you giggle at the excited look in his eyes. “Yeah.” He throws the cover off him and you laugh as he throws his arms around you, pinning you against the counter. He smiles before pressing his lips to yours and you brush your tongue over his lips. You break the kiss and walk over to get the shower going, the hot water steaming up the glass shower doors. You step in and Zayn follows, pulling your body against his. The water falls over you both and you run your fingers through his wet hair, kissing him once. “Now, love, you put in a lot of work in there” you say, nodding to the bedroom. He flashes you a cheeky smile and licks his lips. “The pleasure was all mine.” he says and you flush at the sound of his voice. “Well, being that it’s our anniversary, I insist I return the favor.” and he raises his eyebrows, head cocked to one side. Your hands run over his wet chest, tracing the wings on his chest and you rub lower, lowering your body till your kneeling in front of him, eyes locked with his. He swallows, lips parted a little as you gently palm his length, kissing the tip, ready to be with him like this all night long.