#and even this version i ended up cutting the smut scene from because uh. well a) i am still sick and writing this much was surprisingly har
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this gentle life of ours
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Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Archive Warning: N/A
Fandom: Supernatural
Ship: Midafer
Additional Tags: Mpreg, Pregnant Lucifer (Supernatural), Pregnant Michael (Supernatural), Domestic Fluff, Light Angst, Alternate Universe
Wordcount: 3039
Summary:
Getting Michael pregnant is an accident. Lucifer? Not as much.
Or, Adam and his two pregnant archangel house spouses <3
Notes:
Now this is for @nugget-of-joy, who gave me a prompt, yes, but made it a submission aksljdalskjd. but i forgive her and give her 3000-ish words. the original prompt was "Midafer with both angels being knocked up 👀 thoughts?" and my thoughts were Yes :)
Lucifer has been staying with them a few weeks by the time Michael starts to show.
Michael was the one who dragged him home. Adam doesn’t have the full story, only that one day it’s just him and Michael in the house and the next, their guest room is the devil’s new home. Of course he’s curious, but so far, he’s pretty sure he and Michael have carved out a life for themselves by virtue of no one noticing they got out of the Cage. Bringing Lucifer in jeopardizes that, sure, but trying to figure out where he was before Michael found him is asking for trouble that Adam, frankly, doesn’t need to deal with.
For the first few days, he didn’t even see Lucifer. Michael spent most of his time with him. The ability to be jealous was burnt out of Adam a few hundred years ago in Hell. It would require him to believe Michael would ever leave, and that’s not just unlikely, it’s laughable. Lucifer started leaving his room after that beginning lull. He was quiet. Adam might call him jumpy, even paranoid. It was something in his eyes. A hunted look. Pity came first and easiest, but compassion? That was harder to summon up for him.
Not until Michael was gone one day, and Lucifer was freaking out about something he refused to explain to Adam, and Adam had to tug him over to the couch to lay on top of him like his own personal weighted blanket. Lucifer melted where he was pinned under Adam. They stayed like that until Michael came back, far better equipped to help Lucifer than Adam was.
After that, he began to fit into their lives in places Adam hadn’t known were empty. Lucifer cuddled between them in bed and eating dinner at their table and sleeping in their bed. Michael takes brotherly love to a whole other level, and Lucifer soaks it up like he’s starved for it. Adam can't help falling in love with him, too. Especially as Lucifer begins to relax a little more, trust that he and Michael aren't about to throw him out. He learns to cook, he builds himself a garden, and he pouts for attention when he feels he hasn't gotten enough for the day.
And then, Michael is pregnant.
There really is no other outcome for him and Adam never using protection. Adam had assumed that Michael, being an archangel and powerful enough that he dragged them both out of the deepest part of Hell by pure stubbornness, was able to keep himself from being knocked up. Adam was wrong. He’s not that upset about it. Having a kid is terrifying, having one with Michael even more so, but at the same time, he thinks about their little terror running underfoot one day and finds himself smiling without meaning to. (He even thinks about their kid growing up with Lucifer still around, and… he likes it. This is their home, this is their life, and Lucifer is going to be a part of all of it.)
Michael's belly grows, the curve of it undeniably pushing on every shirt he wears. Adam’s a little obsessed. Michael will let him put his hands over the bump while he tells him what’s going on underneath. It’s too early to feel any kicking, but Adam can’t seem to pull himself away. That’s Michael’s baby. That’s his baby.
As his computer tabs fill up with searches about baby food and cribs, he begins to notice Lucifer watching them. He hovers in the doorway while Michael and Adam are debating which color to paint the new nursery. (Michael says it should be dark since the point of the room is to put the baby to sleep; Adam says it should be something brighter because they've had seen dark places in their lives.) He doesn't say a word when he sees Adam babyproofing the house (something Michael has told him again and again isn't necessary, as though an unprotected electric socket or a stray bottle of detergent could actually harm their child, but it's about the principle of the thing) but he does follow him from room to room. He pretends to be doing something else whenever Adam glances over at him, but he's not being particularly subtle. It's the first time Adam starts to have doubts about him being around their kid. They'll be half Michael's, half angel, but that other half of them will still be human. Adam's pretty sure that Lucifer's opinions on humanity haven't shifted much since the Apocalypse. (If anything, they've soured more since he's seen what humans have done to the world he loves. It's a touchy subject, and therefore, banned from the dinner table.)
It hurts more than Adam expected it would to think that Lucifer won't love their child as much as he and Michael will.
The morning after those thoughts begin to stew in his head is a pretty one. Almost clear skies with wisps of cloud that let the sun stream down through their windows. By the time Adam is awake, his bed has long been abandoned by his archangels. (The night before, Lucifer had still come to sleep with them, but for the first time, he'd slept with his back to both of them. Michael had noticed, but he hadn't said anything, only fallen asleep with his frown pulled tight.) Adam drags himself reluctantly from his bed to the kitchen. He can't hear coffee brewing, but Michael hasn't been able to stand the smell for the past week and Adam will do anything to make him more comfortable, even if his caffeine-addicted brain hates his guts for it. At least Michael's there for him to wrap himself around, face buried in the crook of his neck where he's warm and soft. Adam's hands sneak around his middle to caress his belly.
"Good morning," Michael says. Adam grunts an interim response while he wakes up enough to make words. Being near Michael is helping. He smells nice.
"Morning," Adam finally manages, and he lets Michael turn around in his arms so that he can kneel down and press a kiss to his baby bump. "Good morning to you, too."
"You know that they can't hear you yet, right?" Michael asks, spoiling Adam's fun. Adam ignores him.
"You be good to your dad today, huh? He's grumpy enough already." Michael huffs, and Adam smiles up at him. He rises to kiss Michael, wiping away any hint of annoyance. Adam rests his forehead against Michael's when the kiss breaks. He misses having Michael possess him, but Michael needs to keep their baby safe and the idea of being pregnant himself makes Adam extremely dysphoric. It's different when it's Michael, even in a body that mirrors his own. Michael is so happy with parts of Adam that used to make him feel sick that he sees them in a new light, and even his own memories of living in a body closer to how Michael keeps it are no longer as painful. Besides, and Adam can admit this without any shame, Michael looks hot carrying his kid.
It's Michael who tilts his head away from Adam to look behind him. Adam follows his gaze, glancing back over his shoulder as Michael asks, "Lucifer?"
Lucifer winces when Michael says his name. He looks immediately like he wants to be anywhere but there, watching the two of them talk about their child. He turns his gaze down to the floor and refuses to look up again.
"This isn't going to work," Adam says. "You can't stalk us around the house like this. What's so wrong about Michael having a kid that you can't even look at him?" Michael makes a noise, quiet and hurt, and Adam realizes he hadn't even put the pieces together about why Lucifer was acting weird. He hates that he had to be the one to bring it to light, but if they don't take care of it now, he can see it snowballing into a serious disaster. They've built something together, and Adam isn't about to give it up.
"I never said anything about that," Lucifer answers. He speaks very softly. Adam's never heard him raise his voice in the entire time he's been living with them. (He'd been expecting it. Arguments between him and Michael, day in and day out, only slightly better than the Cage because the insults wouldn't echo for a hundred years afterwards and cut just as deep. Instead, even as he feels more safe around them, Lucifer is still quiet. It's like something out there had fun breaking him, and no one had bothered to pick up the pieces before Michael brought him home.)
"Then stop acting"—Adam gestures at him, frustrated—"like that. Like the whole world is going to end because of a baby." Lucifer still won't look at them.
"Is that what this is about?" Michael asks. "Lucifer, our child-"
"Your child," Lucifer corrects. "Adam didn't give them to me. He gave them to you." Adam blinks. Finally, Lucifer glances up at them.
What's on Lucifer's face isn't disgust. It's longing.
"Are you jealous?" Adam asks in disbelief.
"Is that so hard to believe?" Lucifer's voice hardens for the first time Adam's heard in a long time. He turns his accusations onto Michael, ignoring Adam's surprise. "You knew we could create life? That I could-" There's a choke that cuts off his words, and silence, and quietly again, "You knew it would come out wrong if I did it, didn't you? That's why you weren't going to tell me." Lucifer was terrifying, once. Adam's sure he could be again, if he wanted to. He stands at the threshold of the kitchen, shoulders slumped, and looks as though he's been kicked until he won't get up again. "It would be like me." The resignation in his voice is so heavy, even Adam feels weighed down by it.
"Wait," he says, buying himself time to process all of that, "wait, you- You're mad at Michael because he's having a baby and you aren't?"
Adam's life was supposed to have reached the point at which it couldn't get more surreal a few years ago.
Lucifer doesn’t answer him.
They have a big nursery. Room enough to fit two cribs, side to side.
Adam takes a step away from Michael. He feels Michael’s fingers trail down his arm as he moves, but he’s not going anywhere. Only far enough to hold Lucifer’s hand and draw him further into the room. He shouldn’t be standing on the sidelines anymore. He belongs here.
“If you want a baby that bad, you could just ask,” he says.
”Michael already-“
”We can have more than one baby,” Adam explains, purposefully slow so that Lucifer will get annoyed with him and pull his energy away from being upset. It works.
”I didn’t tell you because I had no idea you wanted it,” Michael cuts in. “Brother, any child of yours would be a blessing, not a curse.” Michael lifts a hand to cup Lucifer’s cheek as Adam squeezes his hand. He can hear the words unspoken, and neither are you, and hopes Lucifer can, too. Though, if he still can’t, if he doesn’t believe Michael, then they have plenty of time to prove it to him. Starting with this.
“Then, you’ll let me have a baby?” Hope is such a rare thing to hear in Lucifer’s voice. Adam grins.
”Only if you’re okay with changing diapers.” Lucifer does make a face at that, but it melts away as he realizes he can get exactly what he wants. He squeezes Adam’s hand back.
He waits a moment, and then says, “Has it happened yet?”
Adam and Michael stare at him. Lucifer stares back, unbothered.
“We haven’t…” Adam trails off. It occurs to him that he’s never had sex with Lucifer, and Michael has never mentioned having sex with Lucifer, and between the Cage and the Apocalypse, Adam doubts he had time to get down and dirty with the demons or humans he equally despised. Which means that Adam has to ask a very important question. “You do know how babies are made, right?”
“Human ones. I’m not human.” Adam looks at Michael.
“We’re in human vessels,” Michael says.
It takes Lucifer a minute of frowning to figure out what they mean. When he’s done, Adam swears he can see his cheeks flush.
“I haven’t done that before,” he admits.
The devil is a virgin. He’s asking Adam to deflower and knock him up all at once. It’s a lot for Adam to handle. His dick happily disagrees. This is exactly what it wants to handle.
There’s only one way to take care of him. Adam grips Lucifer’s hand in one of his and takes Michael’s with the other, and he leads both of them to their bedroom to finally make better use of their king-sized mattress.
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By the time Lucifer’s baby bump is showing, Michael’s has grown huge, and Adam is in (exhausting) Heaven.
Their bedroom has become a nest where he swears more pillows are added every day. Being pregnant drains a lot of Lucifer and Michael’s energy, which they aren’t used to at all, leading to situations where they tire themselves out using more grace than they should and Adam has to haul them to bed or the couch to lay down for a minute. Michael gets cravings for foods that have gone extinct, and because of that, Lucifer’s garden is now crowded with several impossible plants bearing fruits that haven’t grown on Earth in hundreds of years. Adam keeps seeing toys at the store and buying them, even though it’ll still be a few months before the babies are born and longer before they’ll be able to appreciate stuffed animals.
Here, in their secret corner of the world, the future is starting to look a lot brighter.
(Adam’s not fooling himself, though. He knows this won’t be easy. He’s heard Michael and Lucifer whispering to each other about how much harder it’ll get to hide their children once they’re older. Adam hasn’t even met either of them yet, but he’ll fight off the whole world, Heaven and Hell included, if he has to to protect them. Though, maybe he’d be better suited to holding the babies while Michael and Lucifer take care of all that that.)
He’s rubbing lotion into Lucifer’s skin, the kind that brags it can ease stretchmarks, which Lucifer doesn’t really understand (He loves the few that he has. Adam’s seen him admiring them, pleased by the changes in his vessel.) but lets Adam do anyway because he loves being pampered. He’s almost purring under Adam’s touch, leaning back against his Michael’s side with his eyes shut.
Michael looks tired. He’s more prone to overextending himself than Lucifer is. Months of a baby nephil draining his grace haven’t taught him to take better care of himself, but that’s why Adam’s here. He can give Michael a massage once he’s done with Lucifer.
”We’ll raise them as brothers, right?” Lucifer asks. Adam drops a kiss to his navel. Michael’s belly button popped out a week ago, yet another difference between Adam’s body and the one Michael inhabits that was based off of his. Michael doesn’t answer long enough for Lucifer to open his eyes and glance up at him. Michael smiles.
“Brother and sister, actually,” he corrects. Adam looks up from kissing Lucifer’s belly. Lucifer blinks, and then he looks even more excited than he did before.
”You’re having a girl?” Adam asks. Michael nods. Adam feels his chest pull tight. They haven’t even discussed names yet, but he’s been thinking, of course he’s been thinking, and Kate would be a lovely name for a baby girl, and- He takes a deep breath to calm his racing thoughts. “That’s amazing,” he says. They have all the time in the world to sort that out.
“I love her,” Lucifer says. “I love both of them. They’re ours, Michael, we made them.” Lucifer’s voice gets soft, almost giddy, whenever he brings that up. It means the world to him that he can create this new life, that it will be beautiful and all theirs to take care of.
”What, not mine too?” Adam teases, though he knows Lucifer doesn’t mean it like that. Humans make babies all the time. Angels? Not so much. Still, Lucifer turns to look at him, still grinning.
“And yours,” he agrees. "These ones and the next few-“
“Next few?” That’s the first Adam’s hearing of that.
“We can’t just have two. They’ll get lonely. We need at least four.” That tugs on Adam’s heartstrings a little, but not enough for him to agree to that just yet.
“Let’s see how well we handle having these two first. Then we’ll see about having more.” Lucifer huffs, but he doesn’t argue. His hand splays over his belly. Adam covers it.
“How hard could it be to raise two children?” Michael asks, with the doubt of someone who was left in charge of hundreds of little angels and thinks that any of those skills he acquired leading Heaven are going to translate neatly over to snacktime and putting them down for naps.
“We’ll see how you still feel once she’s able to cry,” Adam says. Michael does not seem convinced this is going to be a challenge. He’s going to eat those words, Adam’s sure, but they’ll get through it together. “Hey, how do your ankles feel?” Michael tips his head down, realizes he can’t see them past his belly, and props them up on the coffee table. Adam clicks his tongue. “I told you to stay off you’re feet or they’ll swell up worse.”
“I’m not going to sit here and make you take care of everything,” Michael says as Adam slides off the couch and onto his knees, bringing Michael’s foot into his lap. He gently massages the swollen area.
”Why not? I would,” Lucifer says, sleepily. Michael sighs, but it rolls into one of relief as Adam rubs his foot.
Adam smiles to himself. They’re going to handle this just fine together.
#fic: midafer#fic: spn#fanfiction#prompt fic#fic: michael spn#fic: adam milligan#fic: lucifer spn#this fic. this fic. it had like five false starts do you know that?#one was an outside pov of tfw walking in on adam with his pregnant angel house spouses and the chaos that would come from that#and then two of them started with lucifer being pregnant first#and even this version i ended up cutting the smut scene from because uh. well a) i am still sick and writing this much was surprisingly har#(hate that hate that hate that i want my normal writing energy back)#and b) i felt it worked better like this. the focus more on them being pregnant than on the making the baby part.#i mean unless there's a ton of interest in seeing them make that baby if u know what i mean askjdalksjd#anyway! i hope this came out good and you like it!#(im gonna upload this to ao3 too as soon as i come up with a title. and tags.)#also i sprinkled in trans!adam. <3 pros of giving me promtps is sometimes i will just make the characters trans.#fic: pregnant!michael#fic: pregnant!lucifer#fic: angelcest
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20 Questions for Fic Writers
Tagged by: @windwardstar. Thankie, Osie. (一一)7 Questions and answers put under the cut.
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How many works do you have on ao3?
Um. (goes to check) 14.
2. What's your total ao3 word count?
1,084,241.
...That's bigger than I thought.
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Currently, Fate/Grand Order and related. Trying to get back into Naruto for specific reasons. Still slow at that one.
4. Top five fics by kudos
1. Passing Days 219
2. Civilian Pianist 200 (which is amazing to me considering how it's incomplete and not fully matching the FFN version yet)
3. The Sea and Stars 88
4. Seaside Sibling Train 83
5. The Girl Singing Alone 68
5. Do you respond to comments?
Yes. I do. I do my best to get responses out within a day or two, but sometimes, work, people, and a mix of both make it so replies are delayed. Also being used to some comments being a mix of "why didn't you write this" and "read this to like this one character better." Damn it Fate fandom.
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Uh. (stares at AO3 works) Some short stories in Small Sparkles that involved Tomoko nearly dying or actually dying? That's really it. Angst is why Lang told me to cut down the old Danganronpa crossover way back and I'm glad I did.
7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Maybe all of them? Because I do want to keep giving happy endings. Least I can do.
8. Do you get hate on fics?
(stares at all the previous anons and guest reviewers who tried to get me to like Wodime and LB7 onwards for Fate/Grand Order) Yep. That's why my AO3 works are all locked to registered users only. Keeps the bullcrap out.
9. Do you write smut?
No. I tried once, didn't get into the actual act, only implied it, and immediately mentally combusted afterwards. Friends were very nice in encouraging me and being supportive.
10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
No. Thank goodness for that.
11. Have you ever had a fic translated?
No. It'd be nice if someone did. I remember back when I was exclusively writing Civilian Pianist in my college days that someone asked about translating it into Spanish. Never saw more than that. Don't remember if they even got around to it.
12. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
If you count me asking Os/@windwardstar and @langwrites for help in writing Kei and co in The Sea and Stars, yes! Also, there was Silent Feathers. Kinda went places.
13. All time favorite ship?
(squints) ...Do I gotta choose? Because I don't have an all time favorite.
14. What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
...Civilian Pianist. I really want to go back to it, I do, but a combination of Boruto sucking ass whenever I try to look up reference, family deaths, and my own changing writing style means I'm floundering a bit. Still want to go back. I mean that much.
15. What are your writing strengths?
Per @partialdignity and @lovingempress, last I checked - fluff, exploring emotion, and hurt/comfort. Which I'm more than happy with considering I wanted to write for all three.
16. What are your writing weaknesses?
Fight scenes (thanks for passing your weakness down, Lang), angst, and occasional bouts of witty banter. Still working on all three. Some of my best Fate chapters I wrote from the memories of toxic work environments, racist things people have called me on public transit, as well as uncomfortable real life things, and I think it says something when my partner has to call me and distract me with talk about Kamen Rider to get me out of the dark corner because I can dive deep.
17. Thoughts on dialogue in another language?
I've been trying to use that sort of thing more in Passing Days since the little bits of Vietnamese I sprinkle in make Master Vy - and by extension the Chaldea I write for - so much bigger in how the Servants try to interact with a Vietnamese Master. It helps me look up and practice saying the accents I've always struggled learning with my parents when I was little too. Still a work in progress, though, but it's fun!
18. First fandom you wrote in?
Yugioh GX. On a word document that's long been deleted because old family laptop, middle school me writing, and being very embarrassed by it.
19. Favorite fic you've written?
Honestly, it's coming up to Passing Days even though I've poured a lot into every story I've written. Because Fate/Grand Order has so many characters, shaped up by the story and my own experiences playing through the story - writing out things that could've happened or interactions I wish could've played out help me challenge myself. Push me outside my "fluff/comfort" bubble.
Because not everyone takes nicely to the tiny stubborn Vietnamese girl who wants to fight for her family. It's a good personal challenge.
20. Tagging: @partialdignity (who was mentioned earlier), @abalisk, @teddog, @tackypies. And anyone else who would like to. This is for fun and totally optional. :)
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airplane, pt. 2 | jjk x reader chapter five: home
pairing: jungkook/reader
word count: 2.9K
rating: 18+
genre: smut | silly smut | nonsensical smut
warnings: criminal!jungkook, koreanamerican!jungkook, reality has left the chat, plausibility has left the chat
A/N: i've never had so much anxiety posting an update. next time i decide to fly by the seat of my pants and turn a one-shot into a full chaptered fic, just punch me in the face, okay?
all kidding aside, standard smut warnings apply to this chapter and i really hope you guys like it.
xoxo
Chapter 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06
artwork by the shmexy @ppersonna who’s smut is even better than her art
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“You broke into my house.”
It takes you a solid minute to find the breath to power that shaky sentence.
Your legs are already like noodles from your run and at this point they are threatening to come right out from underneath you. You reach a hand out to the wall to stop yourself from hitting the deck.
Jungkook stands slowly from where he’s seated on the couch, a careful smile on his lips.
“You gonna call the cops?”
You stare at him.
Jungkook is in the country. In Los Angeles. In your living room .
He’s wearing a leather jacket over a t-shirt and jeans and his hair is cut short again. He is alive and in one piece and looks somehow even more handsome than he did the last time you saw him. How does he do that?
You’re so distracted by Jungkook -- in your fucking house -- that you miss the look of concern that comes over him the longer you stand there without saying something. It’s like your brain is hung up -- glitching -- trying to process the scene in front of you.
“You okay?”
“You broke into my house ,” you say again, as though that should answer his question.
“That is a matter of semantics,” Jungkook argues. “I would say that I let myself in because I knew you wouldn’t want me just standing around outside. Aren’t you the one always telling me to keep a low profile?”
A disbelieving laugh bubbles up your chest.
His sarcasm is comforting, even right now, when your heart is still racing and you can’t seem to stop sweating and you’ve just realized that you’re pretty fucking pissed that he dropped off the radar and didn’t contact you for weeks.
“So we should probably talk, huh?”
“You think?”
Now it’s his turn to laugh. He sinks back down onto the couch and gestures for you to join him.
You don’t.
“How the hell did you get here?” you demand.
“Same way I got out, pretty much,” he shrugs. “Mexico. Hitched a ride to San Diego and Yoongi was able to pick me up there. Good thing I’m not from Iowa or some shit, huh?”
He aims a hopeful smile at you like he’s searching for a way to connect but you don’t return it.
A flash of disappointment crosses his face.
“Yeah,” you say quietly. “Good thing.”
You look down to his lap. His hands haven’t stopped moving, fingers winding together and unwinding over and over. He’s nervous.
Well, good.
“I’m gonna turn myself in tomorrow,” he says after a long moment.
He knocks the wind out of you with that.
“Holy shit,” you breathe.
“Yeah. Turns out, I’m being represented by some incredibly-connected, high-dollar attorney.” He looks up and fixes you with those dark, hypnotic eyes. “Any idea where I could have gotten one of those?”
Seokjin, you fucking angel.
“Maybe,” you murmur. “What did he say?”
“Well, he told me to get my happy ass back to the States. Said the Marshals would appreciate me walking in on my own as opposed to having to drag me back. Said I’m going to have to eat some crow if I expect them to listen to anything I have to say.”
He rubs a hand across the back of his neck, against the grain of the now short hairs at his nape.
“Told me to get a haircut, too.”
That makes you smile. Jin is nothing if not thorough.
“So what does -- “ you clear your throat, “ -- your attorney say about what happens after that?”
“No way to know for sure,” Jungkook admits. “They could lock me up and throw away the key or they could decide on something else. Kind of a roll of the dice at this point.”
Your chest squeezes at the thought of Jungkook walking into that Federal Building and leaving in a transport van. You shut your eyes like that will somehow stop the mental image.
“And you’re turning yourself in anyway.”
He fidgets with his ear like an anxious kid.
“Yeah.”
“Alright,” you say on a shaky exhale. “Okay. Wow.”
A tense silence falls between you.
“I need you to talk to me,” Jungkook says after a moment. “I need to know where your head is at right now.”
Do you know how hard I went to bat for you? you want to scream, which is unfair, really. He’s never asked you for your help. Everything you’ve done, you’ve done on your own. But now he’s here and in front of you and you are practically buzzing with the urge to vent your frustration at him.
“Why didn’t I hear from you?”
You hope like hell you’re the only one who can hear the thread of insecurity in your voice. “You had the burner number and I just -- never heard from you again. And now you’re in my house.”
“I know,” he admits. His fingers keep lacing together, unlacing. “I know it’s really fucked up to just ambush you like this. It’s just that shit got really hairy for me in Nicaragua. These guys stole my phone.”
“But you managed to call Yoongi,” you snap.
“Well yeah,” he fires back. “We’ve known each other since we were kids. I’ve had his number for years. I got in touch with him as soon as I could get my hands on a new burner.”
You tell yourself to relax.
You tell yourself that it’s a totally plausible explanation and put a hand to your forehead as though you expect to be able to feel your temperature coming down. As though you’ll be able to feel the anger draining out of you until all that’s left is the relief that he’s here, that he’s okay.
You take a deep breath, release the tension that’s had you wound so tight.
“I left the bureau.”
Jungkook’s eyes widen.
“Holy shit,” he breathes, “Did they -- Did I -- “
“Don’t give yourself too much credit,” you cut in, rolling your eyes. “It wasn’t really about you. Not all of it, anyway.”
He opens his mouth to say something, but thinks better of it. There is a melancholy in his eyes that unnerves you.
You’ve seen him cocky and arrogant and unrepentant and flirtatious. But this — this hat-in-hand version of him, devoid of his trademark bravado is so disconcerting.
He looks away from you, back down to his hands. You wrap your arms around yourself and take a moment to just look at him, to appreciate his striking face. You think back to the first time you saw that face, how dumbfounded you’d been by his physical appearance.
Then he opened his mouth and your fate was sealed.
One way or another this debacle ends in just a few short hours.
The rational part of you craves a conclusion to this insanity, an end to the near-constant anxiety you’ve felt for months now. But there’s the other part of you that worries this will end with Jungkook behind bars for the rest of his life. You don’t know if you’re ready to accept that just yet.
“Can you um --“ Jungkook wets his lips, “-- can you come sit with me?”
“Yeah,” you agree quietly.
You cross the room and slide next to him on the couch.
He reaches for your hands, but does not meet your eyes. His fingers stroke over your wrists and not for the first time you wonder how he manages to make the most simple touches feel so good.
“You asked me one time,” he starts quietly, “about why I quit school. And I -- “
“Don’t -- ” you interrupt, “-- you don’t owe me an explanation.”
He shakes his head.
“Uh yeah,” he chuckles cynically. “Yeah, I do. I owe you pretty much any explanation you want at this point.”
You look down at where your hands are joined, down to where Jungkook is rubbing the calloused pad of one thumb against your palm.
“My mom got sick. And it didn’t feel right to stay in school when I could be working and helping to bring in some money.”
You remember the dig you made at him -- the way his face had shuttered -- and you feel an acute pang of guilt.
“I’m so s --”
“No, listen to me please,” he says adamantly. “She’s doing a lot better now and I don’t want you to feel sorry for me. But I need you to know that for every good thing I’ve ever done, I have done something equally as fucked up. And I just want -- “
He exhales heavily, scrubs one hand along his jaw.
“ -- I just want you to know that this shit with the money and the running is just some of me. I’ve done some really stupid shit but that’s not all I am.” He leans closer to you, pins you with that bottomless gaze. “I need you to understand that. Am I making any sense?”
You swear you can feel your heart squeeze in response.
“Yeah, you are,” you say softly. He reaches one hand out to cup your cheek.
“So can I kiss you now or are you still mad at me?”
You’re tempted to tease him but he looks so unsure of himself in this moment that you resist. You look down at yourself, remember you are still in sweaty running gear and cringe imagining what you must look like at this moment.
“I’m gross,” you protest in a whisper.
He leans closer, mouth hovering just over yours.
“Ask me if I care.”
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Jungkook at least has the decency to let you shower before taking to you bed.
But just barely.
The second you are clean and dry he’s on you, mouth and hands everywhere at once. Your skin -- already warm from the hot water -- heats even more under his touch.
He’s different tonight you think, as you lie back on your bed and his lips work up the column of your throat. There’s a determination to the way he’s holding you, an urgency to the way he’s pressing his body against yours.
You stroke your hands down his back, feel the answering ripple of muscle underneath your fingertips. His body is leaner than it was in Puerto Rico and the realization sparks a sad throb in your chest.
Nicaragua must have been a lot tougher than he’s letting on.
But then his lips skate across your collarbone and you force yourself to push the thought from your mind. Whatever happened to him there is over. He’s here and he’s okay and he is literally on top of you and that’s the only thing you want to think about right now.
“I missed you,” he whispers and a shudder runs up your spine in response.
You rake your nails against his nape, fingers teasing his freshly cut hairline and he makes a satisfied groan against your mouth, pressing his hips firmly into yours.
It’s impossible at this point to ignore the nudge of his hard cock against your stomach. You snake a hand between your bodies to wrap warm fingers around his pulsing length and he pulls back to suck in a pained breath.
“Jungkook, I -- “ you start to speak, but an uncomfortable tickle in the back of your throat stops you. He opens his eyes to look down at you.
“You okay?”
Hell no, you’re not okay.
It feels like if you open your mouth to answer him, you’ll cry and you are not a crier and he’s looking at you expectantly, waiting for you to say something -- anything.
“Yeah, I just…um,” you stumble over your words and it takes a moment for that uncomfortable feeling to subside long enough for you to speak. You have to wait until your voice comes out even and controlled before you can finish.
“I missed you, too,” you say, finally.
His lips curve into a small smile.
“I know you did.”
He drops his mouth down to pull at one soft nipple with his lips and teeth. You sigh, arching into his touch.
The soft exhalation seems to set Jungkook off, makes the steady grind of his hips pick up in speed. He tongues at your nipples until they are aching and hard then slips a finger into your channel to test your wetness.
He brings his mouth close to your ear, breath warm against the shell.
“I can feel just how much you missed me,” he teases in a low voice.
Arrogant bastard. He’s right, though.
You huff a laugh as his fingers work in and out of you slowly, drawing out your wetness. He covers your mouth with his as his thumb rubs slow circles against your clit and you moan into his kiss.
“Fuck me,” you say quietly and you feel the tremors that run down his back at your words. “Please,” you beg, “I don’t want to wait anymore.”
Jungkook kisses you again -- long and hard -- before pulling away to grab a condom from his jeans.
You take the moment to appreciate how handsome he is, chest covered in a sheen of sweat, lean body tense with the need for release. You watch the corded bands of his arms move as he crawls back onto the bed, sheathed and ready. He leans his weight on his forearms and the muscles in his shoulders become even more prominent as he lines his body up with yours.
You lift your head to suck at the hollow of his neck just as you feel the blunt tip of his cock nudge your entrance.
“Do it, Jungkook,” you moan, rolling your hips against him. “ Now.”
He groans as he obliges you, pushing slowly inside and you brace your hands around the tight muscles of his arms until you can feel him anchored deep.
“Fuck,” he whispers. “Every time it’s like I forget how good you feel.”
Strange how you were just thinking the same thing -- thinking about how no one else has ever pulled these responses out of you. It’s like your body knows this man -- like it knew him way before your brain ever did.
He rocks into you slowly, deeply, pelvis flush with yours each time he strokes to the hilt. His pace is languorous and it makes your entire body feel heavy with pleasure. You wrap your legs around him tight, willing him deeper even though you know that’s not possible.
The painfully unhurried rhythm is so, so good , but it’s not enough.
Not when you can feel the threat of your release building between your legs and you need more to get you there. You angle your hips up, trying to capture more of the friction.
Jungkook takes the hint, moving one hand to cup your ass. He pulls you into each snap of his hips, forces you to take every inch on every thrust.
“Come for me,” he pants. “I can’t hold out much longer.”
You can only whine your response, too fucked out at this point to form sentences. It takes just a few more deep, desperate thrusts to make you start to unravel. Jungkook lets go the instant he feels you start to quiver around him and he doesn’t back off, lacing his fingers into yours and pinning you down into the mattress with the full force of his body.
Once the loud moaning and desperate movements slow to a stop, he drops his forehead down on yours.
The two of you breathe each other’s air for a while until your chests stop heaving and your hearts stop pounding.
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“When does this all go down?” you whisper, cheek pressed to Jungkook’s chest.
You’ve spent the last five minutes enjoying a warm, comfortable silence.
But that hasn’t stopped your mind from wandering back into worry.
Jungkook presses the length of your body into his side with one firm hand. You feel him tense when you ask the question.
“10 AM.”
“10 AM,” you echo numbly.
“Yeah,” he whispers, stroking lazy patterns with his fingers down your back.
“So,” he clears his throat. “Are you...ready to talk about what’s going on here?”
You’re glad that from this angle he can’t see your reaction, can’t see the flush that spreads over your face.
“No,” you mumble childishly.
“You’re such a brat,” he teases, dropping a kiss on your hair. “So fine. I’ll do the talking then. I met someone.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. She’s got her head on straight, and…” he trails off for a moment. “...she’s got me thinking about how I can get my head on straight, too.”
You smile into his skin.
“What’s she like?”
“Well, she’s a lot of different things at once. Kinda feisty, super smart, very cool,” he murmurs. “Unemployed, but hey — no one’s perfect.”
Your shoulders shake with laughter.
“Is she hot?”
“Nah,” he teases, and he jumps when you pinch his stomach. “Way better than hot. She’s beautiful. And she’s into me. Really, really into me.”
Your cheeks heat but you keep the tone light.
“How do you know she’s not just using you for sex?”
“Well in the beginning she was,” he chuckles. “But then she showed up for me in a big way. A really big way. So even though it’s really hard for her to come out and say how much she likes me, I already know. She’s already shown me.”
That uncomfortable itch in your throat returns when he says that. It’s so weird to be understood so thoroughly by someone you barely know.
“She sounds pretty amazing,” you say after the sensation subsides long enough for you to speak.
“Yeah, she is,” he whispers. “So I’m gonna go to this meeting tomorrow morning and try to fix the mess I’ve made. Cause maybe now I have a reason to stop being such a reckless asshole.”
You screw your eyes shut and will the unexpected tears that spring to your eyes not to fall.
“10 AM, right?”
He drops another kiss into your hair and pulls your body in closer.
“Yeah. 10 AM.”
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Fic Writer Questions
I was tagged by @neonponders, thank you so much, love! 🔅🔅🔅💓💓
How many works do you have on AO3?
I have a few accounts? xD I’ve got 23 in the one I’m using now, but it's all very tiny.
What’s your total AO3 wordcount?
54,159
How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?
mmmm…
Game of Thrones
Supernatural
Teen Wolf
Harry potter
Pacific rim
Stranger Things
And a few minor fandoms
What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
‘That’s how you close an open wound’ | ‘Kinda wanna make us happen’ | ‘It burns in my tongue’ | ‘The Buckley-Hargrove dilemma’ | ‘Forget the paths written in the palm of your hand’
Do you respond to comments, why or why not?
I always, always try to. Sometimes It might take me a little while to get to things but I try to never forget to answer. I honestly appreciate the effort it takes to leave a comment or a note or tags in a reblog, and I also try to always answer to those. I think it’s important to show to that person how much it means to you that they’ve taken the time to reach out. Because it is so important to the writer. So important it can even be determinant for us to keep on writing.
What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?
Uff. It was a Ned/Robert, for Game of Thrones (more like Asoiaf). And I basically cried the whole time. I still do, when I re-read it. I managed to actually capture something, in that one.
Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you’ve ever written?
Sometimes? I wrote a Supernatural/Lost Boys thing back in the day that’s still 2? 3? Chapters from being finished? Hopefully one day. And I have not as much a crossover as an ‘inspired on’ the Goonies universe Teen Wolf fic where Derek and Stiles go to Stiles’ mom natal town to investigate a polish ghost pirate ship while falling in love. And a tiny harringrove /Men in Black au where Agent S and Agent B end up paired with a demo-puppy.
Wich one's the craziest, I honestly don't know. All of them feel pretty ??? to me! xD
Have you ever received hate on a fic?
Yeh, a few times. Basically just bc of writing m|m, of bc my 'awful writing' or for catboy!Steve xD.
Do you write smut? If so what kind?
Yep. I’ve always considered myself more smut writer than anything else. Now I guess I’m a smut writer with pretensions xD. (Truth be told, when I started writing I didn't imagine I would be capable of writing anything more than that). So I wasn’t actyally writing that much smut when I landed on harringrove. I was more focused on the pretensions (aka the gosh pirate ship fic). But harringrove and their chemistry hit me hard, I literally put aside everything else and started writing them like crazy, including lots of smut bc hfahfsafhfhsifhs. Another reason is that it’s hard for me to keep other kinds of stories short, but smut not that much (I get an idea for an slightly emotionally charged scene I like and I suddenly feel the need to write 10k for it minimum). So I focused more on smutty stuff when I jumped into this language, as a way to have something finished on my hands, feel like I was making some kind of progress (BUT ALSO: THE CHEMISTRY).
And I guess my smut comes in diametric opposites, or at least that’s how I perceive it. Plain, straightforward smut, or heavily (in my head, at least) emotional smut. I’M IN LOVE WITH the way we can use touch and slow pace and physical sensations and glances to enhance what we’re saying about emotions in a sexual scene.
Also, and contradictorily, smut is so hard to write sometimes for me! So another good thing is that when I finish one smutty story I suddenly feel like a can write anything! Haha.
Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Yeh. A few times. Both Sterek oneshots :(.
Have you ever had a fic translated?
Yess! <3<3<3< To Chinese and Russian and English and I <3<3<3<3<3<3<33<3<3<3<
Have you ever co-written a fic before?
Was about two once, with a friend. But sadly both out lives became real busy, so didn’t. To be honest, I don’t think I’ll be cut for it, but I wanted to test it.
What’s your all time favorite ship?
The last ship I land on always feels like my fav to me. But it might be true in this case. Bc yeah, harringrove.
What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?
Ufff, too many.
What are your writing strengths?
Uh. Eh. Well. I hopeguess sometimes it sounds good? I can’t control that in eng as much as i do in spa bc I don’t have any real knowledge of the phonology but, well. I try. And that’s one of the aspects I put more thought/work into because I LOVE that.
Sometimes I like my dialogue and sometimes I like my pacing/rhythm. Sometimes I feel like I’ve managed to convey/describe one feeling the way I wanted to.
I dunno. I try to keep my head in a the ‘get the work done’ space not as much as in the ‘is good’. Not easy but, again, try is the key word in here.
I rely a lot in the editing process but I think I’m actually good at that. At least, when I finish, I like the prettified version way more than the ‘raw’ one.
What are your writing weaknesses?
My writing reads the same way my brain works: in a cluttered, messy way. And I don’t like it but. I feel like I can’t change it. Can control it, sometimes. I manage to keep the ‘too much’ at bay but other times it just wins me. I also keep rolling my eyes at how sticky-sweet I can get and despise the way I keep repeating formulas and sentence structures (I feel you @neonponders ) but. Ugh. They just. Happen? Gah.
But! I actually feel more at peace with all that than it might look like xD. ‘Cause the alternatives is not writing and that I cannot do so 🤷♂️
What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?
Ahhh, I LOVE IT! Started doing it with the kegboys, basically to treat myself XD, and I’ve got it in a few wips and also in this dumb thing I wrote. I think it’s fun, and it also adds certain feeling of expansion to the world the characters live in, helps us remember there’s more (people, places, types of lives and ways of communicating and meanings) aside from the ones represented in the scene/wholeness of the story. I’m aware that too much can be confusing and tiring for the reader, but not more than a bit is needed, really. Also, can be used to induce some fun misunderstandings xD.
What was the first fandom you ever wrote for?
Some fantasy book series I was reading at the moment, during my ‘epic fantasy’ phase xD.
What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?
Probably one supernatural fic I wrote ages ago. It isn’t particularly well written or anything. But was one of the first longer-ish things I wrote. And I still feel proud about that one. And I always felt so happy writing Theon Greyjoy, so I really love the things I wrote for him. And the ship fic, again, if I ever finish it! Except I feel like I can’t stop writing harringrove.
I’m tagging! @memes-saved-me @edith-moonshadow @disdaidal @dyingontheharringrovehill @wherearetheplums @c0bblenygma @toast-ranger-to-a-stranger @pretty-bratty @ghostofjellyfishforgotten
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Hey, It’s Really Ro. I promise.
I had a blog on here under the username @romanticgumchewer-deactivated20 . I went by Ro. I wrote fanfics for Mando and Oberyn Martell called Grow Old With You, Reasons Wicked and Divine, and Build a Home With You. I came up with characters named Ara Obagh and Aliana Tyrell (the baddest bitches to ever live). I came up with a ton of Mandalorian culture cause I didn’t feel like looking anything up. Spice fruit, headscarves, marriage traditions, foundling adoption process, and a bunch of other stuff. Yeah. That me.
Anyway, I’m only hopping on here for a quick minute to clear some stuff up on why I left and give some closure on Build a Home With You.
So, I deleted my tumblr first because of the toxic environment. The constant pressure to put out content. The fact that if your story isn’t a reader insert or super smutty it isn’t going to get read. I just got fed up after a while and deleted. I went solely to AO3 for a while, but everything just felt wrong. I was bored with what I was writing, I didn’t like anything I was writing, and I just didn’t feel good about any of it (or anything, for that matter, I hit a major depressive episode, y’all.). I didn’t want to disappoint anyone or make people feel like I was ignoring them, so I just deleted my AO3 as well. I still love Ara and Din and the story I didn’t complete, but I just was not feeling it anymore.
EDIT: Let me make this clear. I never wanted to include smut in anything that I wrote. I’ve struggled with the fact that I may be Asexual for years (the coming out process is hard y’all). But because I was reading what others wrote before I put out any of my own stuff, I felt like I HAD to include smut in order for the things I wrote to be read. And maybe that means I was writing this for the wrong reasons. But I felt that the story I wrote and the character I created was good and DESERVED to be read by people who like the Mandalorian. But it just....over time more and more it became something I was no longer proud of or felt was mine. If that makes sense?
But then I got an idea. An original story idea in my own world that I created that includes versions of the OCs I made for these stories. Versions of Ara, Aliana, Din, and Oberyn. I’ve never felt this much passion for a story before and it is going really well so far. I’ve always wanted to write for a living, to have something of mine published and in book stores. And I feel like this story could take me there. And if it does get there, if y’all would be kind enough NOT to mention that it was once fanfic that would be great. Please and thank you.
So now for some closure, shall we? Where I left off Build a Home With You Ara is pregnant, they live on Naboo as farmers, and Cara has just found Moff Gideon hiding out on Denon.
They go after Gideon, Ara comes long even though she is VERY pregnant. They find him, but before they can get him Ara gives birth on the Razor Crest. To a little girl named Reykha (I actually have the birth scene written out. Let me know if y’all want me to post that or not.) They fly back to Naboo and live a pretty chill life under the radar for several years. It’s not until Reykha is seven that Moff Gideon finally finds them on Naboo, but he discovers that Reykha is stronger in the force than baby yoda (freaking GROGU). So he stages an attack on the farm, Ara and Din are fighting like crazy while Grogu and Reykha are hiding in their house with Rahto. But when the fighting is over, the farm wins OBVIOUSLY, they have everyone in cuffs including Gideon. But when Ara goes to get the kids: Rahto is badly injured, Grogu is in hiding, and Reykha is gone. She storms back out of the house and tells Din Reykha is gone. Gideon overhears and laughs, looks to the sky and they see one Imperial ship flying away. They know exactly what this means. Reykha has been taken by the Empire. So in a fit of pure rage, Ara takes the black saber from Gideon (which she also fought him while he weilded against her #badass) and interrogates him with it. Asking where they took her daughter, but he never gives it away. She ends up cutting his head off with the saber. So for the next….13 or so years, they’re flying literally all over the universe trying to find her (#heartwrenching). They’ve basically given up hope, when they run into Maz again, who tells them of a brown-eyed girl she met named Rey who was strong in the force. They go searching for this Rey. But it’s not until they get recruited by the Resistance to fight against the Final Order, the battle is won, and they’ve landed back on that jungle planet at the end of the Rise of Skywalker that they finally find this Rey. Gosh, I was probably gonna cry while writing this. They step out of the Crest, they see a girl with dark brown hair hugging two men. The girl turns, sensing their presence. Ara and Din are so hesitant, so unsure. They approach the girl who begins to cry but does not know why. “Reykha?” Ara whispers, and reaches out to touch her cheek. When she does, all of Rey’s true memories come back to her, not the ones planted in her brain by Palpatine. “Mama?” Rey whispers just before the women meet in a crushing embrace. I liked to think that Din would remove his helmet in this moment, just so he could see his daughter’s face for the first time in 13 years unfiltered. And that Creed no longer matters to him. She is safe, she is back with them, he is finally free to just be Din without being the Mandalorian. So Rey hugs Din too cause that’s freaking PAPA right there BOY.
Rey FUCKING DJARIN (Obagh technically but who cares?) Y’ALL
And for an epilogue I was going to have Rey be with….some ambiguous character that was up to interpretation (could be Finn, Poe, Rose, some other person of the reader’s choice). They’re back on the farm on Naboo where Ara and Din have lived a long good life. In the end, Rahto gave them the farm as an inheritance. ANYWAY she’s on the farm with this person and Grogu obviously and…..well they’re spreading Ara’s ashes on Danilah Pond. Din has already passed at this point. They both lived to a ripe old age. And that’s how it ends. Rey with her own family living on the Naboo farm, taking care of Grogu now, training him and Finn as a Jedi, and so on and so forth.
The end.
So uh…...I guess if y’all got questions just message me, send me an anon, an ask, whatever. I love you and I miss you all.
@harleyamidala @leo-moon @adikaofmandalore @thethoughtsfromthreeam @bbygrgu @uncomicalhumour (I only tagged the people I used to talk to a lot on here......sorry if I missed anyone it’s been a while.)
#the mandalorian#the mandalorian imagine#romanticgumchewer#romanticgumchewer rises from the dead#din djarin#din djarin x ara obagh#ara obagh#grow old with you#oberyn martell#oberyn martell x aliana tyrell#aliana tyrell#reasons wicked and divine#build a home with you#the mandalorian x oc#din djarin x oc#fic closure#i'm unsure what else to tag this.....#din djarin x reader#the mandalorian x reader#pedro pascal#pedro pascal fanfic#pedro pascal imagine#din djarin imagine#oberyn imagine
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Hello god. Do you have any deleted scenes for any of your fics? And if yes, do you have any excerpts of these? What is your deciding factor on eventually removing a scene from the story?
Hello there! I love this question! I do have deleted scenes. Lots of them. Sometimes I keep them, sometimes I don’t. I have a huge word document called “the garbage heap,” where all of my deleted scenes from all my fics go to die. Usually I will take dialogue or descriptions from the deleted scenes and reuse it in other places, but occasionally I scrap a scene entirely. But it all ends up in “the garbage pile.”
Usually, if I’m removing a scene, it’s because it really wasn’t working in the story—either the voice didn’t sound right, the characters were changing too much, it wasn’t right for the fic, or it was making me uncomfortable to see the story head in that direction. Those are the main reasons. For example, in One More Day, I had originally planned for Whizzer and Marvin to have sex the night they met—because it’s supposed to be a smut fic, right?—but then as I tried to write it, it wasn’t meshing with the way the story was telling me it was supposed to go; it would have been completely inappropriate for that to happen, since Marvin was in no state to really consent, in my opinion, and it was making me uncomfortable because it was beginning to fall under dub-con and I absolutely do NOT write fics like that. So I scrapped the whole thing and had Whizzer do the right thing and gently push Marvin away when he kissed him. And I thought it worked really well the way I ended up writing it.
Below the cut is a deleted scene from the power bottom Whizzer fic I haven’t posted yet (and is as yet unnamed), so you’re getting a little sneak peek, even though this won’t make it into the final version. Earlier, an anon asked for a scene where one of them oversteps their boundaries and they have to take a step back and talk about it, so I wrote a scene like that, but it ultimately wasn’t working in this fic, so I took it out. I’ve salvaged some of the dialogue, so when I do post the fic, you’ll see what it is I’ve ended up reusing. This is unedited; it’s exactly the way I cut it out, incomplete opening sentence and all.
NSFW warning, obviously, though it’s not too graphic.
… not what Whizzer expected. Marvin yelped and hurled the pillow into Whizzer’s face in surprise. He scrambled to sit up and covered his cock with his hands.
“What are you doing?”
“Touching you.”
“I’m… I’m not hard.”
He looked incredibly uncomfortable.
“I know,” Whizzer said, tilting his head to the side. “Are you alright?”
“You’ve never, um… touched me when I wasn’t hard.”
When Whizzer thought about it, that was true. Marvin had only ever brought himself to full hardness before Whizzer touched him. Whizzer wondered if he’d made a terrible miscalculation in touching him like that and was suddenly gripped by a fear so acute he felt sick. Marvin’s body language was completely closed off. He was leaning into the couch now, knees up, hands gripping a pillow to his chest as though protecting himself.
“I— Marvin, I’m so sorry. I— I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He put his hand over his mouth and stared at Marvin with wide eyes.
“You didn’t hurt me. I wasn’t expecting…”
“I broke— I overstepped your boundaries. I should never have touched you like that without asking first. I can’t—”
“Whizzer, it’s okay.”
Marvin was staring down at him, unshakeable.
“No, it isn’t,” Whizzer said quietly.
Marvin reached out and took his hand. “It is. When we agreed certain touching was alright, that was never specified on our ‘don’t’ list. I was thrown off by it, yeah. But I don’t— I’m not angry at you. I’m okay. I know you wouldn’t hurt me on purpose.”
Whizzer nodded. Marvin’s body language had relaxed—he had put his legs down and lowered the pillow—and Whizzer was relieved. Seeing Marvin almost curling in on himself had scared him.
“And I think you’re taking this harder than me. I want you to let it go.”
“But—”
“No. Let it go. I’m okay. You’re okay. I trust you. And… I’d like you to touch me like that. I just didn’t know I’d, uh… be into it. Touching me when I wasn’t hard. And I’m starting to get into that mindset of um… what we’re going to do later and I’m just feeling…” He paused and bit his lip. “I’m feeling kind of… vulnerable right now—”
It was clear admitting that was a bit of a struggle for him.
“—and I’d really like you to hold me for a bit? Maybe touch me some?”
Whizzer nodded.
“Just forget about what just happened. I wasn’t expecting it because… I never thought my dick would ever be appealing to you when it wasn’t hard.”
Again, Whizzer could tell admitting that was difficult, but hearing Marvin say that… It made his heart ache just a bit.
“Marvin… I love your dick.”
Marvin laughed—a short, surprised burst of laughter.
“Whether or not it’s hard. Did you think your dick stopped being interesting the moment after you come? Or when we’re not having sex? Scoot over, let me up there with you.”
Whizzer climbed on the couch and there was a scramble to rearrange limbs, and then Whizzer was leaning up against the armrest and Marvin was sitting with his back to Whizzer’s chest, Whizzer’s arms wrapped firmly and securely around Marvin’s waist.
“I love your dick,” he repeated, and this time Marvin didn’t laugh. “Let me tell you about it. Really, it doesn’t matter if it’s hard or not. I like it. I want to hold it and touch it. Obviously, I like when it’s hard, because it feels fucking amazing, but goddamnit, Marvin, I like it all the time.” He sighed and put his head on Marvin’s shoulder. “Okay, so I gave you flack for not telling me about something you wanted, but I’ve been wanting something lately that I haven’t told you about.”
“What is it?”
“I want to blow you.”
“How is that something you haven’t told me about?”
“You didn’t let me finish. I want to blow you when you’re soft.”
“Oh. Why?”
“I think it would be incredibly… erotic to feel you get hard in my mouth.”
Marvin took a sudden breath. “You want to… um… do that tonight?”
“Tonight?”
“Yeah. You’re giving me something I want. I want to return the favor.”
“Oh, no, no, no, Marvin. I don’t want you to ‘return the favor.’ I want you to be genuinely into everything we do. So either you want to do it or you don’t and it’s okay if you don’t.”
“I’ll think about it.”
Whizzer dropped light kisses down Marvin’s neck and across his shoulder, through his shirt. “Don’t say yes if you aren’t completely sure you want to.”
“I know that. Since you’re up here now—touch me? Talking just now kind of lowered me from where I was earlier. I’d like to get back up there.”
Whizzer slipped a hand down to where Marvin’s shirt was riding up and pulled his shirt up and out of the way. “Doesn’t it hurt?”
Marvin groaned as Whizzer’s fingers grazed him. “Yes. But it’s so good to feel like that. Even if it hurts.”
“You’re okay with me touching you right now?”
“Yeah.”
#asks#anon#I know there's another ask in my inbox#I can't get to it right away#but I promise I will later#deleted scene#fanfiction#ao3#writing tips#smut writing#also being called god is fun and it reminds me of a picture I was going to post and then forgot to#so thanks for the reminder
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forgiven - pt ii
couldn’t sleep so i wrote and edited smut.
this is the extended version of the “forgiven” drabble from last year’s ffxivwrite 30-day writing prompt challenge. i decided not to write this full scene out at the time because the scene was already very long as it was and frankly i was running on negative spoons and didn’t trust myself to write a scene i liked.
anyway, firm lemony business so uh yeah.
NSFW under the cut. Spoilers for end of 4.0, more or less.
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She grinned. "Consider yourself forgiven, then."
When his teeth nipped her collarbone hard enough she knew there'd be a visible mark the next morning it turned her laugh into a breathless and wanting thing.
"Thought you'd said I wasn't deserving," he murmured against her neck. She unfastened one of the buttons on his undershirt, and another, then slipped her hand under the loose fabric to explore a terrain of bare shoulder and collarbone. Gooseflesh rippled to life beneath her fingers when she ran her nails very lightly along the column of his neck, and Nero muttered a soft oath between clenched teeth.
"Well," she said, worrying the last button of his undershirt open to continue her exploration, "you did ask me for a second chance, after all."
The rhythm of rise and fall beneath her touch had become erratic, the quiet breaths near her ears audibly ragged. She traced lean ridges of muscle and bone and not a few old battle scars, up through the wiry golden hairs that lightly furred his chest, then following the same path back downwards towards the indent of his navel.
Her touch faltered when his fingers slipped under the waistband of her smalls to trace along her flanks in a light and feathery caress. Rather than move towards the apex of her thighs as she had expected, his palms stilled in place as though invisible hands had gripped his wrists, and Aurelia found herself subjected to a long and careful scrutiny that, as it stretched into silence, became something approaching uncomfortable.
"What's the matter?" she murmured, brushing a stray curl out of his eyes. There was the sense of a pause before he withdrew his touch- only to move elsewhere. She took in a shallow and shaking whisper of breath when his palms settled instead over her bared breasts. "Nero, what-"
"If you'd prefer that we not..."
He trailed off midsentence, the ball of one thumb rolling idly back and forth over her nipple in a small and almost absentminded caress while he seemed to consider his next words. The warmth that stole through her limbs in its wake was not an unwelcome distraction precisely, though it did make the wait to hear him out somewhat taxing. She kept her own breathing measured and focused her attention on his face. The expression he wore reminded her very much of their conversation back at the Reach after Zenos' attack: that selfsame uncertainty, lurking like a shadow of doubt beneath his desire.
"You should know that this was not my intent when I sought you out," he said finally. "I meant to share a bottle of wine and conversation. Naught else."
... A rare sight indeed, to see a man like Nero Scaeva at a loss for words. Aurelia supposed she couldn't really fault him for his concern, all things considered- although at this precise moment in time she wasn't certain she would have cared even if he had stolen that bottle of Viandja and joined her with ulterior motives in mind.
She twined her arms about his neck and arched her back to grind herself against him, hard and slow. Her arousal had become a nagging ache, an itch she couldn't scratch, and she felt as much as heard the catch in his throat.
"Of course it wasn't your intent," said the Warrior of Light. "It's mine. I'm seducing you."
The worried crease smoothed from his brow and the smile that replaced it made everything below her waist clench - whether in alarm or anticipation, she could not have said in that moment. "Are you?"
There was something in the way Nero said those two words that made her skin prickle in warning, but she forged onward.
Full speed ahead, damn the consequences. She wanted what she wanted.
"I am. And it occurs to me," her palms flattened against his tensed stomach and slid beneath the waistband of the breeches and smalls he still wore, "that you are still wearing far too much clothing to properly participate in this endeavor."
She ran her hand slowly down the hot and rigid length of him, felt the wet at his tip, felt the twitch of his shaft beneath her palm. The sound that came out of his mouth when she touched him made that momentary boldness more than worth it.
It was also the only warning she received before she found herself tumbled onto her back and pinned against the ground beneath his larger frame, breath stolen in a fierce kiss. In a single swift movement her (quite damp) smalls were at her knees, then her ankles. As she kicked them away she watched him impatiently yank his undershirt over his back, then work himself out of his loosened breeches to toss after her discarded underthings.
He returned to her in short order: warm sweat-dampened skin and heavy breathing, lean muscle and wiry angles point to point against her own softness. His hands found her hips, slid over her thighs, and when they cupped her knees her legs parted like water. His mouth claimed hers, soft and coaxing; at the same time she felt one finger, then two, finding her entrance with unfailing precision.
She sighed and let her weight fall gently into the grass as her hips twitched upwards to rock against his hand, and registered in a distant sort of way the small and helpless whimpers that escaped her lips.
Twelve above-
Her back arched in her efforts to meet those shallow thrusts- and it wasn't enough. The digits that pistoned inside her, the heel of his palm buttressed up against her core to stoke the fire in her veins with each rocking motion- it somehow only served to fan the flames.
She needed more.
"Please," she panted. His lips stretched into a slow and delighted smirk.
"Please what?"
"You know what."
"Hm. Do I? I'm afraid I find myself at a loss. Enlighten me, pray," he drawled against her gasping mouth, slowing the movements of his fingers inside her to a teasing pace best described as torturous, "o seductress mine."
Almost in an instant the breadth of her focus reduced itself to naught save that frantic corona of intensity he'd created with his touch. She could have screamed aloud, for she was well aware he knew what he was about, and he had to be in a similar state: she could feel his cock, full erect and pulsing against the soft skin of her inner thighs. Could hear the uneven and ragged cadence of his breathing, could see the deep rosy flush of his skin. She knew exactly how badly he wanted her.
But she realized now that, unwittingly, she had challenged Nero to a contest of wills: one he was determined to win.
Of all the times for his godsdamned competitive streak to manifest-
"Nero, for the love of the Twelve-"
"Invoking false gods, sweetling? Goodness, whatever will the neighbors think?"
"Sod the bleeding neighbors and fuck me," her legs flexed about his waist, "you insufferable thrice-damned bastard-"
"I shall have you know I was quite legitimate," Nero began, but whatever else he had been about to add trailed off into a groan, and the rhythm of the hand between her legs faltered. Her hand had found purchase about his shaft, a gesture she knew would not fail to distract. His fingers slipped from her entirely as she continued to touch and tease, only for his hand to close about hers - wrapped around him as it still was - and guide downwards until he had settled himself at her entrance and she found herself staring into his eyes, feeling suddenly and absurdly exposed.
That blue gaze was bright and intense, the irises of his eyes putting her in mind of a midday winter sky. She wanted him to take her, gods, she wanted to feel him inside her worse than she thought she had ever wanted anything in her life. When he did move she nearly forgot to breathe; she was so slick he had merely to adjust the angle of his entry and already-
Aurelia inhaled, breath shallow and trembling, waiting for him to finish that thrust, to bottom out- and he didn't. Upon his withdrawal he teased at her entrance, lazily rocking his hips to grind against her - leaving her empty and twitching, the promise of relief well and truly withheld. She felt every last ilm of him from tip to base with each movement, as if he meant to remind her she was at his mercy.
Her renewed frustration manifested itself in an angry growl.
"Godsdamn it, Scaeva!"
"You," he breathed against her lips, "did not yield."
"What?"
"Yield and you'll get what you want."
He was smirking. Smug shite, he knew he'd won. "Oh for the love of-"
"Those are my terms, eikon-slayer. The choice is yours." The head of his cock, heavy and wet, teased just the barest of ilms within her entrance before he withdrew again. Up, back down only to linger in that same maddening hollow before repeating the motion, awaiting her response. "Do you yield?"
"I-"
"Do you yield?" he repeated.
The patient tone of those words belied the heat that lingered in his gaze. He was near his limit- and she was well past hers.
"Seven hells," her breath stuttered in her lungs with surrender, fingers snarled in handfuls of earth and overgrown grass and wild lavender, "yes, I yi-"
With one flex of powerful hips he surged forward and hilted himself. Aurelia cried out, the thread of that plea lost in heat and pressure and pleasure. Any other time that thrust might have been painful but there was the slightest breath of a burn and that was all; she was far too wet for aught else.
His mouth met hers in a light and absurdly chaste kiss, one that she returned with an eagerness that almost embarrassed her, fingers digging into his shoulders. She waited, bemused, as he lifted his mouth away from hers to kiss the tip of her nose, then each eyelid, then the spot just below her third eye. She wasn't sure what to make of that brief tenderness and her mind was too lust-addled to ponder it beyond surface speculation. He canted his hips forward, pressing his hands against the backs of her legs to better align himself, and as he did she felt the adjustment of the angle within. She groaned and her thighs trembled under his touch but she didn't protest.
"Alright?" he murmured. There was just a hint of an edge to his voice, a lust-riddled roughness that sent a small thrill down her spine. She responded by flexing to clench hard around the fullness inside her and watched something very much like pain twist his features. "Aurelia-"
"I'm fine," she whispered. She’d got what she wanted: the utterance of her name, the closest to a plea she knew he’d grant- at least for now. Releasing her tight grip on the grass, she touched his flushed cheeks, damp with sweat, and gently tucked a stray lock of his hair behind one ear. "Go on."
Nero tilted his chin just so to bestow a kiss upon her palm. The stubble along his jaw scratched and tickled against her fingertips. He was smiling down at her, a strange sort of smile she wasn't entirely certain how to take.
Then he started to move, in measured, firm thrusts that left her breathless, unable to do aught but moan. He had her pinned so securely in place that she could get no leverage unless it was to arch her back like a cat's to grind into him each time his hips pressed against hers. The slide and the friction, the way he filled her over and over, left her mindless and uncaring of anyone that might chance to walk past the gate and see them. The sounds of celebration faded into background static.
She was drowning in pleasure, surrounded by the harsh gasps his movements wrenched from her throat and the soft sounds he made in her ear each time he buried himself inside her. His lips traced heated lines along her jaw, her throat, her ears. For those few blessed minutes, Ala Mhigo might as well have not existed. Eorzea barely mattered. Aurelia buried her face in his neck, tried to resist the urge to sink her teeth into the sensitive flesh at the juncture of his collarbone. She could feel her hand gathering at the curls on his nape, tugging at them with each of his movements, his breathing hot and ragged and-
"Close," she barely managed the word, half-sobbed it between gasps. She felt the telltale surge of heat and the spark of sensitivity at her core and knew it for what it was, pressure building towards release. Her ankles locked about his hips, and there was the warmth of his hand resting on her belly, just below her navel, then- "Gods, Nero, right there-"
The insistent roll of his thumb over her coupled with the deep angle of his thrusts was enough to send her over, and this time she did bite, her teeth clamping down hard on muscle and flesh to muffle her cry. He let out a sharp and startled hiss and flinched beneath her mouth, but it didn't hurt him enough to keep him from riding out her climax. She clung to him as he kept moving, fucking her hard and fast now, chasing his own release now that he'd seen to hers: thrusts segueing into something arrhythmic and swift and shallow, punctuated by his gasping in her ear.
She whispered to him in her turn, soft nonsense murmurs with her fingers still braced in a handful of sweat-damp blond curls, relishing his gradual loss of control and the tremor in his voice and the increasing desperation in the roll of his hips as he took his pleasure. After a few moments and a final thrust so brutal she knew they'd both bruise he wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in her neck with a deep and wrenching groan.
He exhaled, his breath warm against her neck, and his weight relaxed carefully into the cradle of her hips - but his thumb did not stop its movements between her legs, and it was a matter of moments before she found herself flying again with a low and shaking moan.
The intense radiating warmth of that second climax was much slower and sweeter with skilled fingers coaxing it from her, prolonging the heat and sensitivity until she could no longer bear even the gentlest of caresses and had to gasp in his ear for him to stop.
They lay in close silence, their ragged breathing the only sound between them.
Aurelia let her cheek rest against his and lost herself in afterglow, not yet willing to speak. There was the hammering of her heart in her ears and everything else below, wet heat and fullness and the lingering memory of acute pleasure; her veins felt as if they had been emptied of blood and filled with warm honey.
Nero muttered something she didn't catch, his lips dragging against her skin.
"Hm?"
"Need up."
"What?" She blinked. Her fingers were still idly drifting through the curls at his nape, still petting him. "Did I do someth-"
"Nothing you’ve done. Just a leg cramp." His sigh chuffed into her hair, as soft and warm as the rest of him, and then a rumble in her ear before he kissed it: "My blasted ankle's gone numb."
Aurelia laughed.
With a soft grunt he shifted his weight and rolled carefully onto his back. The slick emptiness his withdrawal left behind made her wince, as did the dull and slightly burning ache that now followed, the incipient soreness that came of a vigorous coupling after long celibacy.
She glanced at her partner. He had roused himself to a half-sitting position and massaged his calf with a pained grimace, but once he felt her gaze upon him he returned it with a smile and flexed his leg a few times before returning to the ground beside her.
"You are quite the vision," he murmured.
"Covered in sweat? Aye, I imagine so."
That earned her one of his saucy little grins before he wrapped his arm around her shoulders and tugged her fully into his embrace.
She laid her head against Nero's still-heaving chest. His heart was pounding away, a strong and steady thumping beneath her ear, and the warmth of his hand on her shoulder was oddly comforting. After a moment or two his fingers drifted into her hair and tugged sweaty tangles of honey blonde away from her nape, and Aurelia let out a soft and contented sigh as he ran his fingers through her sweaty hair.
Hells, she could fall asleep right here, just like this. And right now, sleep sounded so very tempting. Her eyes fell shut as she let herself drift, very much on the verge of dozing off in his arms. They'd have to dress and decide where to go and what to do next, she knew that. The others were going to come looking for her eventually.
But oh, what a wonder it was: basking in the echo of a wholly mortal rapture with no interruptions forthcoming and not a care in the world. She had needed exactly this, whether Nero had planned it or not.
Meanwhile, the engineer had found the sore spot on his neck where she'd bitten him. He was rubbing tentatively at it, wincing.
"Really, sweetling, I'm aware that I'm quite the tumble-"
"And as self-deprecating as ever, I see."
"-but you didn't have to be this rough. That's going to leave a mark for days. Are you certain you're not actually half-baras?"
Aurelia opened her eyes, scoffed, and swatted lightly at the thick curls on his head, wet and tousled and-
"...is that grass in your hair?"
"We did just swive in your old backyard. I should think the stray bit of nature in one's locks would be part and parcel. Speaking of which..." He reached over and plucked a blade of ryegrass from a tangle it had found behind her ear. "You appear to have picked up a few hangers-on yourself."
"What on- ah shite, Scaeva," she said, but there was no heat in it, not with the soft and helpless laugh that accompanied the epithet. "We look like we just rolled out of a haystack. The entire city's going to know what we've been about."
"Assuming they would care if they noticed at all. I’d wager most of Ala Mhigo's likely got up to the same business tonight, so let them judge if they like." One of those fluffy brows quirked upwards. "...Unless you're having a bit of buyer's remorse?"
"Hells no," she said without a single hint of hesitation, and this time it was Nero's turn to laugh.
He started to help her pluck the stray pieces of grass from her hair as she did the same for him. She couldn't help but giggle at some of the stranger places where the blades had stuck to skin, and he was chuckling softly in his turn. As time passed the grass-plucking turned to much softer touches, which turned back into kissing, and finally, Aurelia found the willpower to tangle her fingers in his hair and drag his mouth away from her breasts.
"Stop," she laughed, somewhat breathlessly. "Look, we've got to at least manage to get our clothes back on. Otherwise we'll have to do this all over again in another quarter-bell."
"I would say 'there are worse ways to pass the time' but this damned Gyr Abanian soil is hard as rock. Absolute murder on the knees." Nero's answering grin was appropriately devious, his teeth flashing in the moonlight. "What say you we procure a more comfortable - and private - venue?"
Aurelia perked up at this prospect.
"....One with a nice hot bath, I hope?" A good bath and a proper bed - not a sponge-down and a hard cot in a Resistance pavilion - sounded lovely.
"Naturally." He reached for the bottle of Viandja, amazingly undisturbed for all that it had remained in such close proximity. "Finish off the rest of this wine while we're at it?"
She found herself grinning back. "Naturally."
Zenos yae Galvus had been wrong. She wasn't anything like him, not really, whether she could match his strange strength on the battlefield or not. She wasn’t a savage predator to be hunted for his amusement, nor a pet to be kept, nor even a fearless automaton to play hero only to be shoved into a closet when it was inconvenient.
Not a beast and not a hero. Just a woman. Just herself.
And she was, just now, immensely grateful to her friend for the reminder.
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THE MEGA RP PLOTTING SHEET / MEME.
First and foremost, recall that no one is perfect, we all had witnessed some plotting once which did not went too well, be it because of us or our partner. So here have this, which may help for future plotting. It’s a lot! Yes, but perhaps give your partners some insight? Anyway BOLD what fully applies, italicize if only somewhat.
MUN NAME: Hela AGE: 21 CONTACT: IM
CHARACTER(S): Giselle Gewelle, Yumichika Ayasegawa (inactive)
CURRENT FANDOM(S): Bleach
BLEACH FANDOM(S) YOU HAVE AN AU FOR: I have gory Bloodborne au but that one just exists in my head on my lonesome.
MY LANGUAGE(S): English and one very specific Middle Eastern dialect.
THEMES I’M INTERESTED IN FOR RP: FANTASY / Science fiction / Horror / WESTERN / ROMANCE / Thriller / MYSTERY / DYSTOPIA / ADVENTURE / MODERN / Erotic / Crime / MYTHOLOGY / Classic / HISTORY / RENAISSANCE / MEDIEVAL / Ancient / WAR / FAMILY / POLITICS / RELIGION / SCHOOL / ADULTHOOD / CHILDHOOD / APOCALYPTIC / GODS / Sport / MUSIC / Science / FIGHTS / ANGST / Smut / DRAMA / etc.
PREFERRED THREAD LENGTH: one-liner / 1 para / 2 PARA / 3+ / NOVELLA.
ASKS CAN BE SEND BY: MUTUALS / NON-MUTUALS / PERSONALS / ANONS.
CAN ASKS BE CONTINUED?: YES / NO only by Mutuals?: YES / NO.
PREFERRED THREAD TYPE: CRACK / casual nothing too deep / SERIOUS / DEEP AS HECK. (i love it all sorry I am quite the mixed bag lmao)
IS REALISM / RESEARCH IMPORTANT FOR YOU IN CERTAIN THEMES?: YES / NO. i gotta know what certain human body parts taste like u know
ARE YOU ATM OPEN FOR NEW PLOTS?: YES / NO / DEPENDS.
DO YOU HANDLE YOUR DRAFT / ASK - COUNT WELL?: YES / NO / SOMEWHAT. it’s SO BAD FOR ME RN ASGLDKJDJKA i’m very inconsistent i’m so sorry.
HOW LONG DO YOU USUALLY TAKE TO REPLY?: 24H / 1 WEEK / 2 WEEKS / 3+ / months / years. / a lot of it has more to do w my general writing mood and if the thread im writing catches my interest, and rn im writing a TON of really wonderful and fascinating threads so they’re all super captivating for me and i try to reply asap
I’M OKAY WITH INTERACTING: ORIGINAL CHARACTERS / a relative of my character (an oc) / duplicates / MY FANDOM / CROSSOVERS / MULTI-MUSES / self-inserts / people with no AU verse for my fandom / CANON-DIVERGENT PORTRAYALS / AU-VERSIONS.
DO YOU POST MORE IC OR OOC?: IC / OOC. (i have a lot of stupid shit sorry)
ARE YOU SELECTIVE WITH FOLLOWING OTHERS?: YES / NO / DEPENDS.
BEST WAYS TO APPROACH YOU FOR RP/PLOTTING: just send me a tumblr instant message, i know it sucks shit but im not comfy releasing my discord w everyone just yet cause i use it for personal use as well. i check tumblr on the daily so if you send me a message chances are i’ll see it and respond!
WHAT EXPECTATIONS DO YOU HOLD TOWARDS YOUR PLOTTING PARTNER: i guess just be able to put up with my rambling and stopping and starting, a lot of characterisation choices i do go through various stages and its pretty messy so when i communicate that with others it usually ends up equally messy. just be patient with me please.
WHEN YOU NOTICE THE PLOTTING IS RATHER ONE-SIDED, WHAT DO YOU DO?: i don’t mind! sometimes ppl have more ideas that they want to share first and i’m always super happy to listen to those ideas !! sometimes its nice to have someone with a clear guide or structure and be able to work around that rather than trying to fumble through a plot together.
HOW DO YOU USUALLY PLOT WITH OTHERS, DO YOU GIVE INPUT OR LEAVE MOST WORK TOWARDS YOUR PARTNER?: i try to map out some basic info abt their characters that i otherwise don’t know from their bio or verses and try to pick out points of confrontation or similarities to expand on with giselle that can be used as points for like a starter to happen. its either that or sometimes i have really stupid ideas i just toss out there like ‘LMAO THEYRE BREAKING SHIT AT DISNEYLAND’ and go buck wild from there if the other person is down. i also always try to warn people or get a gauge for what subjects to avoid and steer clear of considering that giselle is a bit of a Freak(tm) and will say and do bad things.
WHEN A PARTNER DROPS THE THREAD, DO YOU WISH TO KNOW?: YES / NO / DEPENDS. - And why?: if there’s something giselle did or said that upset you, i would love to know not to repeat it again (since i do still feel pretty new to the rp game, theres still plenty of time for me to make stupid mistakes). if its just a general lack of interest or uncertainty of where the plot should go, then you dont have to tell me i wont take it personally i promise !
WHAT COULD POSSIBLY LEAD YOU TO DROP A THREAD?: sometimes i can be made uncomfortable by certain things mentioned... it happens but its rare
- WILL YOU TELL YOUR PARTNER?: YES / NO / DEPENDS. i don’t want to upset anyone personally and sometimes explaining the ins and outs of my discomfort make things ten times worse so i just. would rather not.
IS COMMUNICATION IN THE RPC IMPORTANT TO YOU? YES / NO.
- AND WHY?: i am the most nervous person you can meet and my brain is always giving me misinfo abt paranoia and random shit so i having clear concrete communication between two parties abt if something is going wrong or is being received poorly means the world to me.
ARE YOU OKAY WITH ABSOLUTE HONESTY, EVEN IF IT MAY MEANS HEARING SOMETHING NEGA1TIVE ABOUT YOU AND/OR PORTRAYAL?: i need it !! i still feel relatively new to all this and i need to know whats going wrong to improve !!
DO YOU THINK YOU CAN HANDLE SUCH SITUATION IN A MATURE WAY? YES / NO.
WHY DO YOU RP AGAIN, IS THERE A GOAL?: to help with my confidence in writing! i have v bad anxiety when it comes to sharing my works and i write a lot of other pieces alongside this blog on ao3 and i want to develop my writing skills just in general. when it comes to like the nuts and bolts of why i rp giselle specifically, its mainly to just have fun and have a laugh w my friends who are really awesome quincy writers
WISHLIST, BE IT PLOTS OR SCENARIOS: OH SO MANY! ive managed to fulfil a lot of my wishlist threads with like, giselle talking to characters she’s already zombified and i love all that angst but i want to do more stupid shit. i want to make it my personal goal to bully every quincy man and woman on sight. although a REAL dream would be if i got to write a thread zombifying a character who managed to escape giselle’s clutches. and more fighting! i want to get better at describing action and fights and i love to write giselle getting beat up and beating people up! more more more!!
THEMES I WON’T EVER RP / EXPLORE: hohoho theres a LOT... uh r*pe/dubcon threads for one, even if yeah i know writing it doesnt condone it, it makes me intensely uncomfortable to put my muse in that scenario, i feel like i have an obligation to like, protect her from that shit you know? racism is one i don’t want to transgress, even though i’m a poc, its not really cathartic or groundbreaking to write abt racism in threads its just... really fucking upsetting. also i know the quincy’s have this very close parallel to the whole n*zi imagery and ideology thing going on and i am not about to start even daring to thread that into my writing or bring those allusions and references of real life tragedies into giselle’s threads. i’ve already talked at length abt exploring giselles trans identity in rp and why im not comfortable doing so, so.... yeah! all those i guess.
WHAT TYPE OF STARTERS DO YOU PREFER / DISLIKE, CAN’T WORK WITH?: i like starters where giselle can just immediately get right into being a piece of shit. mise en scene and all that! cut out the build up and just get to the intense horror !! i don’t like starters where its not immediately clear where the characters are standing and what they’re doing and what’s happening around them. those really disorientate me and leave me kinda floundering because i always need some allusion or mention of a setting to ground giselle in a time and place other wise i cant tell what her response should be
WHAT TYPE OF CHARACTERS CATCH YOUR INTEREST THE MOST?: EVIL WOMEN EVIL WOMEN EVIL WOMEN. also just characters i can wholeheartedly clown on, or also characters who have hidden depths to them and have a single panel of screentime. honestly it’s just all over the place!
WHAT TYPE OF CHARACTERS CATCH YOUR INTEREST THE LEAST?: angry old men GSADJDKSJA i could never rp yhwach for example or yamamoto because idk. theyre just so crummy and boring to me. i also couldnt rp characters who always have an upper hand in battle like aizen. i like my dumbasses and i like them stupid and adaptive not just, ‘yes i know this because i Know this.’
WHAT ARE YOUR STRONG ASPECTS AS RP PARTNER?: i think im nice...? FKSJDKDJSA idk i hate trying to toot my own horn. sometimes i also think i make funny jokes and im pretty chill and laid back
WHAT ARE YOUR WEAK ASPECTS AS RP PARTNER?: my writing style is inconsistent and adapts to whatever i’m reading so sometimes it’ll be really good and i love it and other times it reads like really bad fanfic and i get carried away far too easily and write novella lengths for threads which should be much shorter. i also get shy a lot and dont think i communicate very effectively but HEYO we’re working on it!
DO YOU RP SMUT?: YES / NO/ DEPENDS. haven’t had anybody brave enough to try yet lol
DO YOU PREFER TO GO INTO DETAIL?: YES / NO / DEPENDS.
ARE YOU OKAY WITH BLACK CURTAIN?: YES / NO.
- WHEN DO YOU RP SMUT? MORE OUT OF FUN OR CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT?: more for fun i’d imagine because that’s just giselles own attitude to sex and relationships where she doesnt want anything deep. it might show character development in one way of just showing how she regards others in a romantic sense to be used rather than actually appreciated as their own person and show how selfish she is but yeah, more out of fun
- ANYTHING YOU WOULD NOT WANT TO RP THERE?: theres a few kinks and such but i dont think they’d ever really come up. again, just mainly no r*pe/dubcon.
ARE SHIPS IMPORTANT TO YOU?: YES / NO lets hope this doesn’t make me sound like an asshole, but its more like a fun little side thing than anything important to giselle’s actual development and characterisation.
WOULD YOU SAY YOUR BLOG IS SHIP-FOCUSED?: YES / NO. again, hardly anyone is brave enough to try to romance this evil cannibal.
DO YOU USE READ MORE?: YES / NO / SOMETIMES WHEN I WRITE LONG STUFF.
ARE YOU: MULTI-SHIP / Single-Ship / Dual-Ship — MULTIVERSE / Singleverse.
- WHAT DO YOU LOVE TO EXPLORE THE MOST IN YOUR SHIPS?: more how giselle likes to give over her power or dominate in different circumstances depending on who she’s with and what’s being done. BUT AGAIN, not a whole lot to explore yet.
ARE YOU OKAY WITH PRE-ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIPS?: YES / NO. - i mean im down for p much anything if it vibes w giselle.
► SECTION ABOUT YOUR MUSE.
- WHAT COULD POSSIBLY MAKE YOUR MUSE INTERESTING TOWARDS OTHERS, WHY SHOULD THEY RP WITH THIS PARTICULAR CHARACTER OF YOURS NOW, WHAT POSSIBLE PLOTS DO THEY OFFER?: if you want an evil woman to taunt and mock and hurt your muse, she’s your gal. you want her to zombify and ruin your muse, shes also your gal. you want her to insult and maim and injure, she’s also YOUR GAL. basically, if you want to do anything fucked up or sad or scary, she can help with that.
- WITH WHAT TYPE OF MUSES DO YOU USUALLY STRUGGLE TO RP WITH?: uh muses who get really angry quickly or don’t rise or respond to her jabs and are just kinda like a flatline. theres only so much pestering and annoying she can do until realises its not working and just wanders off
- WHAT DO THEY DESIRE, IS THEIR GOAL?: to find a goal worth living for.
- WHAT CATCHES THEIR INTEREST FIRST WHEN MEETING SOMEONE NEW?: appearance she always takes an interest in girls almost right away. age as well because she judges old people.
- WHAT DO THEY VALUE IN A PERSON?: a good set of guts to ruin and strong muscles.
- WHAT THEMES DO THEY LIKE TALKING ABOUT?: women, gore, murder, herself, music, stupid memes, gossip.
- WHICH THEMES BORE THEM?: politics, history, quincy ideology, soul reaper ideology, hollow physiology.
- DID THEY EVER WENT THROUGH SOMETHING TRAUMATIC?: her family tried to force the burden of upholding the quincy lineage onto her shoulders, she was thrown into the wrong prison and held in isolation, then pressured to become an undying monster in service of a god and then was nearly killed by that same man and left wandering without guidance or purpose. so, yeah?
- WHAT COULD LEAD TO AN INSTANT KILL?: transphobia. even a whiff of it in her direction and she’ll gut you like a fish.
- IS THERE SOMEONE /-THING THEY HATE?: the twink soul reaper who outted her.
IS YOUR MUSE EASY TO APPROACH?: YES / NO. - Best ways to approach them?: if you’re smart, you’ll bring a big bone for her to chew on and distract her while you ask whatever you want.
SOMETHING YOU MAY STILL WANT TO POINT OUT ABOUT YOUR MUSE?: i love my evil queen!
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Dean’s Djinn World
SPN Fanfic
Characters - AU!Sam x Dean
Summary - Dean wakes up to his average life with Sam, but it's a little too good to be true
Word Count - 1,808
A/N - I wrote this as part of my Wincest Big Bang for 2018, The Ones We Leave Behind (Ao3 link) I Wincested season 2... with an alt ending, but it was running a little long so I cut out Dean's Djinn world scene.
Warnings - SMUT in the form of shower sex, happy Sam, djinn world oddness, dream suicide
Dean jerked to consciousness then relaxed as he felt warm, strong arms wrapped around him, and his baby brother softly snoring into his neck. His mind raced, he couldn’t remember going to bed, or getting back to the motel for that matter. He tried to think of the last thing he could remember clearly, but he couldn’t picture anything after he had left to check out that warehouse for the Djinn. Maybe he had been knocked out, it wouldn’t be the first time.
Dean let himself settle back into Sammy as his breathing regulated. He was surprised that his sudden tenseness hadn’t woken him up, they had both always been light sleepers, but he didn’t think too much more of it as he drifted off back to sleep. Dean had a fitful night’s sleep, his dreams filled with a girl who looked like she was having the life drained out of her.
The following morning Dean woke to an empty bed, the sheets tangled around his legs, and immediately jumped out of bed as the morning light showed that he was not back at the motel like he had thought. He was in a bedroom, a shared bedroom; both his and Sammy’s things scattered across a dresser and mirror set on the opposite wall from the king size bed that he was now standing beside. He quickly took in his surroundings and made his way to the closet, hoping to find some clothes since he was in nothing but his boxer briefs.
After dressing he heard noises from somewhere downstairs in the assumed house that he was in. As he made his way down the short hallway and started to descend the stairwell he became more and more uneasy. There were pictures of him and Sammy on all the walls, and even more inexplicable there were pictures of the two of them with their mom, recent pictures. Dean’s mind was in a haze, how hard had he hit his head? Am I in a coma, or dead?
The sound and smell of bacon frying lead him to the kitchen, where his baby brother was cooking breakfast in his underwear. The sight stopped him dead in his tracks as he openly gawked at Sammy swaying to some unheard tune, flipping bacon in the pan while chewing on a piece that was half hanging out of his mouth. Dean couldn’t help the laugh that fell from his lips at the absurdity of Sammy dancing while cooking what looked like an entire pound of bacon. He had never seen his baby brother eat more than two pieces of bacon with his breakfast, and that was a rarity.
Sammy turned at the sudden noise behind him with a grin on his face, “Mornin’ De. You didn’t seem to sleep well last night, so I figured I’d let you sleep in. I should have known the smell of bacon would have woken you up.”
It was then that Dean noticed the lightness in Sammy’s words, the carefree way he turned back to his cooking, the heartbreaking ease with which he was smiling as he worked. This was not his Sammy, something was definitely wrong. Dean needed to figure out exactly what was going on, and quick; whatever it was couldn’t be good.
“De?” Sammy was looking at him, concern evident in his eyes, just like the last time he had seen him; the real him.
“Yeah, uh, sorry. Long night.” Dean tried not to back away as this happy Sammy came around the kitchen island with a plate full of bacon and eggs, just the way he liked them.
“I noticed, you haven’t slept like that since Dad died. Was it the same nightmare?” Sam noticed Dean’s hesitation and moved past him to set his plate on the table next to two glasses of orange juice, motioning for him to join him.
“Yeah, probably.” He wasn’t really sure what he should say until he figured out what was going on.
Dean walked over and joined his brother at the ornate dining room table, grinning as he noticed that Sam’s plate had more eggs and fruit than bacon, while his was mostly bacon with a couple of eggs. He figured that no matter what was going on, he would need his strength, so he ate his breakfast quickly, only noticing Sammy staring at him when he went to down his orange juice.
“What?”
“Nothing, I’ve just never seen you eat so fast. Are you in that much of a hurry to get to Mom’s?”
Dean swallowed hard, “Mom’s?”
Sam chuckled, that left dimple making its second appearance that morning, “Yeah, Mom’s; it’s Sunday. Dean are you feeling alright?” He reached for his forehead and Dean grabbed his wrist to stop him from touching him. Sam got a hurt look on his face, but took his hand back.
“I’m fine Sammy, just forgot what day it was.” He tried to flash him a reassuring smile, but Sam didn’t seem to buy it.
Dean sat awkwardly at the table, looking out the window at the strange neighborhood, while Sammy finished his breakfast. When he was finished he grabbed the plates and glasses and went to take them to the dishwasher.
“Are you sure you’re feeling alright?” Sam looked both amused and worried, if that was even possible.
“Yeah, why? Since you cooked, I figured I’d clean.” Dean tried to brush off the feeling that he was doing everything wrong and that something terrible was going to happen because of it.
“That’s just it- you know what? I’ll take it, I shouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth, right?” Sam stood and walked toward the stairs, “I’m going to take a shower…” he trailed off, lifting his eyebrows and grinning when Dean turned to look at him.
Dean’s cock was half hard before he tossed the plates haphazardly into the dishwasher and made his way back upstairs, right on Sam’s heels. Even if this wasn’t his Sammy, at least this was the same. He had his shirts off and his pants undone by the time they made it to the bedroom. Sam turned and caught him with his lips as he struggled to get his pants off of his legs. They were laughing into each other’s mouths before they pulled apart so that Dean could finish getting undressed.
Sammy was in the bathroom getting the water up to temperature and Dean took the moment to take a closer look around the room. There were more pictures of the two of them, some from when they were younger on a lake, teenagers on a road trip, Sammy in a cap and gown with Dean smiling proudly at his side. Photographic evidence of a happy childhood and a happy life lived. Dean couldn’t help but smile, even as his uneasiness grew. At least some version of Sammy got to grow up happy and live a normal life.
“You coming, De?”
Dean cleared his throat, “Yeah, Sammy, be right there.”
Their shared shower was huge, obviously designed so that the both of them could shower together comfortably without too much thought of having to avoid rogue elbows; it was strange. What was stranger still was how Sammy had grabbed Dean’s hand and led it from his hip to his ass; that was generally Dean’s move. He didn’t argue though, Dean would give Sam, any Sam, whatever he wanted.
Sam came quickly with Dean’s fingers massaging his prostate and other hand gripped tight around his flushed cock. Dean had to make himself focus and not lose his head as this Sam took him into his mouth like they’d been doing this for years. He knew exactly how to swirl his tongue just under the head, just how hard to suck and when, and that flick of his tongue on his over sensitive head was enough to make Dean’s knees give out.
They dressed in comfortable silence, needlessly brushing up against one another while reaching for articles of clothing. Sam wore khakis with a baby blue sweater over a simple black and white button up shirt. Dean had found a dark pair of jeans, a black tee shirt, and a solid maroon flannel that looked like one that he already had, it made him feel more comfortable.
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Dean was in shock as he raced to the abandoned warehouse. He knew everything was too good to be true. Him and Sammy living happily together, his mom being alive, his mom, not Sam’s, because Sam was not his brother. Apparently, they had been inseparable since middle school, fell in love in high school, and had bought their house and moved in together after college, which they had both attended. One thing that hadn’t changed was that their dad was still dead, a stroke in his sleep after his softball team had won the Championship. It was just too much.
Sam was sitting beside him, having refused to let him drive off “hysterically,” alone. Dean didn’t like bringing this Sam with him on a hunt, unsure of how entangled this fantasy Sam was with his Sam. Fuckin Djinn dream world. Dean had hit up the local university to see what he could find out about Djinn and their “wish fulfillment” tendencies. The best he was able to figure out was that the Djinn had attacked him and put him in some sort of dream world where his wish that his mom had never died was granted. Of course, since their mom never died, their dad had never gotten into hunting, and being that him and Sammy weren’t even brothers meant that everyone they had saved had gone unsaved in this world. All of those people, all of their hard work and sacrifice had never happened; all those lives just lost.
Dean had a moment where he thought that he could just let it go. If he didn’t save himself, if he let himself accept this dream world, he could live a happy, long life with Sammy, he could make his mother proud. In the end he knew that he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he did that; hell, he was likely half dead already in the real world.
The dream world put up a fight in the end, all the people in that life coming forward, trying to get him to stay. It was Sam that had almost won him over, but it was also Sam who had made up his mind that he had to wake himself up. Dean knew there was a wives-tale that if you die in your sleep that your mind will wake you up, otherwise you would die for real. Dean decided that he was dead either way, so it was worth the risk; he shoved the silver knife into his body, just under the ribs.
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Six-Inch Kickers *A Steve Rogers multishot*
****Okay, so here is a little fun for what very few readers I have left lol I haven’t written anything in a long time. I know that, I’m sorry. Here is a little drabble I wrote up but never finished! So...for the fun...I’m posting it. AND I want YOU GUYS to message me with ideas on how it should end. I will (and I promise I will) finish the fic with the best answer I get! So, be creative, be dirty, be fun, be fluffy, give it your best shot. Don’t be too brutal, this was written almost 2 years ago lol oh and fair warning, this has some adult language, adult themes and some hints of smut. Not really NSFW, but almost.
Part 1
The music was a little too loud for my liking, ringing in my ears and making the room vibrate. I had been in this scene before, only it was nowhere near as glamorous as this. After deciding to turn my life around I had grown adventurous and applied for a job at Stark Industries which I never thought I would get, or even consider myself. And yet, somehow it happened, and here I was, sitting behind a desk for nine hours a day in the best version of office apparel I could put together, and a loaded 22 concealed at all times. Having the gun of course just made me feel like a badass, I didn’t expect to ever use it, and I hoped I would never need to. Sometimes after a nine-hour shift there would be these rooftop parties, and it only made sense to go. Not only did I meet some of the most interesting people, but I was lucky enough to have my own suite in the building, and the music would keep me up anyway so it only made sense to attend these things. Times weren’t always this fun, after running away from home as a teenager and trying to support myself but failing I had ended up with five roommates in a small apartment, and a job that had me dancing on a pole wearing heels and nothing else. Now, I had my own cozy king size bed and a breathtaking view of the city.
If there was one thing I knew how to do, it was how to pick out a good outfit, and for these parties I had to look as good as I wanted to feel. I was used to those high heels from back in the day, and although I wasn’t required to wear those six -inch kickers, I usually settled on three or four, or five. I was feeling daring and took the old black strappy ones out, just to show off that I could still walk in them. A simple purple wrap dress was what I chose to sport, because it looks sophisticated and yet casual, and it’s easy to slip out of if need be. Was I trying to catch someone’s eye? Yeah, maybe, but not just anyone, I had my target on lock for one man in particular. I’m sure many women there were hoping for the same, but lucky for me, we had already been getting close in the past few months. Although I was worried that we were staring to cross into that dreaded friend-zone. I’m not an over confident woman, if anything I am the opposite, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t try and get what I wanted. The truth was I was kind of lonely, it was hard for me to let people in, and the man that I was secretly admiring just happened to be in the same boat.
“I’ll take a cosmo with three cherries, please.” I asked the bartender for my drink of choice while I leaned against the counter. I looked around the room a bit as I waited, hoping to see the familiar face I had been looking forward to seeing, but when I was out of luck I turned my attention to my drink and it was set in front of me. I took a few sips, minding my own business, when I heard his voice from behind me.
“Hey there,” Captain Steve Rogers’ voice broke my concentration, and I smiled before looking to my right to see him strolling up. He casually rested his arm against the bar and leaned in with a breathtaking smile. His teeth were so perfect, and his smile was like sunshine. Yes, when it came to Captain America I was like a little school girl with a silly, knee knocking crush. Well, except for the adult voice in my brain constantly reminding me how badly I wanted to rip his shirt off and ride him ten different ways to Christmas.
“Captain Rogers,” I addressed him with a sly smirk while lifting my drink to my lips.
“Emma, I keep telling you to call me Steve.” He chuckled, and I noticed his eyes falling directly onto my cherry colors lips.
“Sorry,” I apologized after taking a satisfying sip, “Keeps slipping my mind.”
“Look at you all dolled up.” He made what sounded like a compliment and I felt my cheeks starting to go rosy.
“Well, you know, can’t show up to these things in my pajamas.” I joked, and then he cut a playfully suspicious eye at me.
“Did you get taller?” he asked with a smirk. I bent my knee and lifted my foot to show him my fancy high heels. “Ah, that explains it.” He smiled at me once he brought his gaze back to my face. I had to convince myself that he was looking at my scandalous shoes, not my ass. “Do you enjoy coming to these things?”
“I do,” I sighed a bit, “But it felt like a good night to curl up and watch a good movie.” I admitted.
“So what’s stopping you?” he asked me innocently.
“The noise,” I shrugged, “But I also just felt like interacting a bit. It can get a bit lonely sitting behind that desk all day.”
“What kind of movies do you like?” he went back to the previous topic.
“All kinds I guess, lately I’m really into the classics, like Casablanca, To Kill A Mockingbird. I just got A Star is Born.”
“Really? I’ve been trying to catch up on my movies but there still is one I haven’t seen.”
“What’s that?” I was genuinely curious to know.
“Pretty Woman.” He admitted, and I dropped my jaw in shock and he laughed, “Yeah I know, it’s crazy.”
“Well I have it in my collection if you would like to come over some time.” I said without even really thinking, and then it hit me, just how that sounded.
He had been over to my place once before, but he didn’t stay long. He had offered to carry a package up to my room for me, and I gave him a glass of water after just to be courteous. That was about it. We had bumped into each other on a few occasions while out and about, we ended up having lunch together a week ago when he just happened to be sitting behind me at a local diner. And then there was that one time he changed my tire while I was stuck at work, and I thanked him with a cup of coffee. That was about it. Him being a gentleman, just as one would expect from him, and me repaying him with beverages. The thought of it all made me realize what a loser I was. But it’s not like you buy a guy flowers, right?
“Sure, that would be fun.” His eyes lit up at the idea, and it made me smile.
“Just let me know when.” I told him as I took another sip of my drink.
“Well…do you want to get out of here?” he asked me innocently, and I almost choked on my drink. I wasn’t expecting it to happen so fast.
“Oh,” I had to think of something to say, “Yeah…yeah I guess we could go watch it now.” He must have noticed me hesitating.
“Or we could do it another time.”
“No, no, it’s cool. I just wasn’t expecting that, but why not?”
“You said it felt like a good night for a movie so I just thought…” he sort of trailed off, maybe realizing it was a bit direct. I smiled again and chuckled, he was cute when he got flustered. Typical Steve, not wanting to overstep his boundaries.
“Yeah, sounds good.” I finished my drink in three swigs, trying to steady my nerves and summon the courage. “But just, give me one minute,” I said as I held up one finger. He nodded and walked away from the bar in the direction of the door. I leaned over the counter and demanded some more liquid courage, knowing I needed it. “A double for the road.” I spoke with urgency to the bartender. He chuckled as he poured me two shots worth of premium vodka in a small glass, and I grabbed it and tossed it back without a second thought. I grimaced as it burned my throat and set the glass down with a clank on the wooden counter. “Charge it to Mr. Stark’s tab, will ya’?” the bartended chuckled again but nodded. I knew Tony wouldn’t mind; he had the money after all. I made my way to the door, still swallowing the burning in my throat, and eventually saw my movie partner at the door.
“Ready to go?” he asked me as he offered his elbow, such a gentleman. I grinned and slipped my hand onto his strong arm.
“You bet.” I sounded too eager. We walked away from the booming party, but the sound of my heartbeat booming in my ears still had me shook.
We took the elevator down a couple floors and with our arms still linked I led him out of the elevator and towards my suite. We were quiet the entire way, not a word to exchange, which made me wonder if he was slightly nervous about coming back to my place. I couldn’t imagine that being the actual case, instead I figured he was simply not into the whole party scene, he was a more laid back, old fashioned kind of guy. He liked things quiet, simple, neat and in their place… oh crap. It had conveniently slipped my mind that my room wasn’t in its nicest state, maybe not even nearly ready for company, especially the company of a highly attractive god-like gentlemanly beefcake. I darted to the door and stuck my key in the lock but excused myself.
“Just give me a quick moment to, uh…tidy up. I wasn’t expecting company.” I blushed a bit as I tried to explain myself. He gave me a warm smile.
“I’m sure it’s fine.” He offered, but it wasn’t enough to convince me.
“No, no, no…just a moment. Just sixty seconds, I swear. Count to sixty and I’ll be back out.” I spoke in a rather frantic manner.
“You want me to count to sixty?” he chuckled.
“Yeah!” I opened the door, cracked it just enough to slip inside and then closed the door behind myself so tightly I almost closed my dress in there. How embarrassing.
In a fury I dashed around the apartment, I threw all of my dirty dishes into a heap in the dishwasher, not bothering to place things in there the correct way, then I ran into my bathroom and grabbed all of my dirty clothes off of the floor, bunching them in my arms as I scrambled to the next clothing item on the floor. By the time I had picked up all of my scattered clothes, my arms were full, and I hastily tossed them all in a basket that I hid in my closet. My sixty seconds were probably close to being up, so I had to keep moving fast. In a panic, I threw my covers back into place on my bed, placed the pillows back nicely on the couch and lit a scented candle just to be safe. I did a quick spin around my apartment, looking for anything I might have missed. No socks, underwear, bras or any other items of clothing on the floor. No messy dishes out. Candle lit. Bathroom clean, enough. No shoes laying around. Everything was good. I raced back to the door and flung it open, seeing Steve standing there with his hands in his pockets and a smile on his face.
“I counted eighty-nine seconds,” he teased me.
“Well, better late than never.” I spoke, slightly out of breath, but I was feeling thankful that I had avoided embarrassing myself with my messy way of living, “Please, come in.” I stepped aside and let him walk through. He entered, slowly, while looking around my place casually.
“It’s nice.” He stated. I closed the door behind him and relocked it, just out of habit.
“It suits me fine.” I replied, trying to make small talk. I saw him about to kick off his shoes, “Oh, you can keep your clothes on.” I immediately went hot from head to toe at my Freudian slip, “I mean shoes!” I tried to quickly correct myself, but I knew he had heard me. He turned and looked with his eyebrows raised.
“Oh, good. I didn’t think taking your clothes off was required.”
“No!” and I laughed, entirely too loud. I was mentally kicking myself, trying to keep it together. “No, just shoes, but you can leave those on.” I was mortified. He was turning me into a prattling school girl, when I used to be super smooth. “You can take a seat on the couch.” I motioned over to my plush sofa, just wanting to sit next to him and get the movie rolling to avoid more embarrassment. He obliged, getting comfortable on one end of the sofa while I found the movie and put the disc in the player. Without meaning to, I stayed bent over instead of kneeling, and it wasn’t until I stood up that I realized how inappropriate that must have been. Damn that booze. At the same time, I knew my dress covered what it had to…barely. Upon turning around. I saw his eyes quickly dart away. Could it have been that he was looking? Well, I certainly gave him something to look at, that’s for sure. My ass was my greatest asset back in the day when I used to dance for dollar bills. But there was no way the modest Captain Rogers was checking out my ass. “Okay, movie’s in.” I tried to ignore what I had just caught and I took a seat on the other end of the couch, practically a mile away from him.
“Okay,” he let me know he was ready for the movie to start.
“Oh, would you like some popcorn?” the thought suddenly occurred to me.
“I don’t want to be any trouble.” He offered.
“No trouble at all. If you don’t want some, I’ll just eat it myself.” I shrugged as I stood back up.
“Well, it does sound nice.” He admitted. I had some microwave popcorn hiding somewhere, and after finally finding it in a cabinet, I threw it in the microwave and then rummaged around for something to drink. What would he like?
“Hey, how does a beer sound?” I offered him beer, since my wine was likely stale. He had to like beer, right?
“A beer sounds great.” He called back out to me. I popped the top off two bottles of beers, grabbed a bowl, waited for the popcorn to finish popping before pouring it into the bowl, and then headed back to the couch with everything in hand. I sat back down and set the two beers and popcorn on the coffee table in front of us. The movie had already started playing, I missed the first could minutes but I was fine with that. Afterall, I had seen the movie before, this was more about spending time with a certain someone.
I had just leaned back and got comfortable on the far end of the sofa, leaning against a pillow, when I noticed Steve squirm a bit. He twisted one way, and then another. He leaned forward, and then way back, and I was wondering what was going on. He seemed uncomfortable. Just as I was about to ask him what was wrong, he sat forward again and turned halfway towards me. “Feels like there’s something in the couch.” He mentioned to me. I had to quickly think, I didn’t hide anything back there in my mad dash to clean up, did I? He reached his hand down behind the decorate pillow and into the couch cushion and pulled out something. It was pink, long, had a ball at the end of it…oh God.
The man was sitting there with my massager in his hand.
Of all the things to ruin the evening, nothing could have been worse than that. My mouth went agape and my face flushed a hot, deep red. In the most awkward fashion, to match my embarrassment, he quickly set it down on the couch in between us. He had to have known what it was. I saw his cheeks turn a bright pink and he tried to casually wipe his hand down his denim covered leg. I wanted to sink back into that couch until it swallowed me whole so I could disappear. How could I have forgotten that I put it there the last time I used it? Why did he have to sit at that end of the couch? Without a coherent brain cell left in my skull, I uttered the only words that came to mind.
“Oh shit…” and then a pathetic scramble to cover my ass, “That’s not mine.”
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(BHAD Teen Wolf Podcast)
In Which Jess (@littlefrog1025), Dan (@dansdreams), Bri (@Cobrilee) and I (@stickykeys633) Discuss:
Smut fics
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Smut Cast - 11/21/2017
Time: 00:21:00
Title: Cum Inflation Tag
Author: N/A
Relationship: Sterek
Status: N/A
Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works?utf8=✓&work_search%5Bsort_column%5D=revised_at&work_search%5Brelationship_ids%5D%5B%5D=264659&work_search%5Bother_tag_names%5D=&work_search%5Bquery%5D=&work_search%5Blanguage_id%5D=1&work_search%5Bcomplete%5D=0&commit=Sort+and+Filter&tag_id=Come+Inflation
Summary: N/A
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Time: 00:25:01
Title: Five Times Stiles Doesn’t Actually Need A Condom (And One Time He Does)
Author: otter
Relationship: Sterek
Status: Completed
Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/700399
Summary: Stiles doesn't actually mean to become Beacon Hills High's go-to guy for free condoms and sex advice. It just happens.
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Time: 00:25:06
Title: Let's Talk About Sex!
Author: KuriKuri
Relationship: Sterek
Status: Completed
Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/2424863
Summary: “Hey, you doing okay?” Stiles questions, a concerned look on his face, and Derek realizes that he hasn’t replied. “You know, this is just the sexual health clinic. The actual clinic is over – ”
“Dental dams,” he blurts out, cheeks heating as he continues to stare at Stiles. “I, uh, need dental dams.”
(Or: In which Stiles works at the Student Sexual Health Center and Derek uses sex questions as an excuse to talk to him.)
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Time: 00:28:33
Title: Corollary of Parallel And Divergence
Author: Ashbright
Relationship: Sterek
Status: WIP
Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/1359052
Summary: Stiles, unaware of the supernatural, returns to Beacon Hills and his best friend Scott after years away. Derek, one of Scott's housemates, and Stiles fall hard and fast for each other. Both have pasts and secrets, but they both find their relationship worth fighting for.
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Time: 00:30:22
Title: Oral Knotting Tag
Author: N/A
Relationship: Sterek
Status: N/A
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works?utf8=✓&work_search%5Bsort_column%5D=revised_at&work_search%5Brelationship_ids%5D%5B%5D=264659&work_search%5Bother_tag_names%5D=&work_search%5Bquery%5D=&work_search%5Blanguage_id%5D=1&work_search%5Bcomplete%5D=0&commit=Sort+and+Filter&tag_id=Oral+Knotting
Summary: N/A
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Time: 00:32:12
Title: Free Consultation
Author: DevilDoll
Relationship: Sterek
Status: Completed
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/1403113
Summary: Stiles Stilinski, professional knotting surrogate.
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Time: 00:34:51
Title: N/A
Author: Deleted-Scenes / alisvolatpropiis
Relationship: N/A
Status: N/A
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/users/alisvolatpropiis/works
Summary: N/A
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Time: 00:34:57
Title: Queer Your Coffee
Author: alisvolatpropiis
Relationship: Sterek
Status: Completed
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/series/129120
Summary: Derek's just over the city line when he sees a sign for an independent drive-thru place, Full Spectrum Brew. There are three cars in line when he turns in, which annoys him but gives him hope. Not that he really trusts the people of Beacon Hills to have much taste when it comes to coffee (god, he is a snob), but the shop’s popularity does seem to bode well. The line of cars moves way more slowly than he’d like, each customer in front of him seeming to take way too long to order, and then lingering when they get their coffee. He’s irritable from lack of sleep and an even more detrimental lack of caffeine, anxious to get out of the car. Finally it’s his turn and he slowly rolls up to the window, turning the radio down.
For a second, he thinks he must have fallen asleep while he was waiting, because what he sees when he looks in the window surely must be a dream.
Stunning brown eyes like glowing honey and sweet little nose, slightly upturned; a shapely pink mouth, bottom-lip pierced by a thin black hoop that he's worrying with the tip of his tongue as he smiles a gorgeous hello.
He's the most beautiful man Derek's ever seen.
And he’s shirtless.
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Time: 00:35:15
Title: N/A
Author: devilscut
Relationship: N/A
Status: N/A
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/users/devilscut/pseuds/devilscut/works?fandom_id=258526
Summary: N/A
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Time: 00:35:24
Title: The healing touch
Author: devilscut
Relationship: Sterek
Status: Completed
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/974996
Summary: Stiles loses his temper with the rest of the pack when they all make excuses not to volunteer to help their Alpha. Deaton has instructed that for the next 24 hours Derek can't use his hands after he seriously injures them in a magical entrapment. Seeing the emotional hurt that Derek's selfish pack has inflicted on him when they argue and try to get out of it, Stiles volunteers to stay and then proceeds to give the rest of them a verbal ass-kicking. He then takes care of his friend, the Alpha, Derek Hale, while trying to work out what his feelings are towards the werewolf.
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Time: 00:36:27
Title: No Homo
Author: RemainNameless
Relationship: Sterek
Status: Completed
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/1148039
Summary: 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.
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Time: 00:21:00
Title: Crème de la crème
Author: MereLoup
Relationship: Sterek
Status: WIP
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/series/524314
Summary: Derek had followed Peter to many a business dinner. When Peter was trying to woo a client, he pulled out all of the stops. He would spend however much money was necessary to ensure that the client was impressed and felt like the most important person in the world.
Peter Hale had a gift when it came to client relations. Derek had been to just about every five star restaurant in Manhattan, so much so that the shine of expensive business lunches and dinners at exclusive restaurants had begun to wear off just a bit.
All of the safety precautions were a little strange, and they were definitely atypical from the normal places they had attended. Derek wasn’t exactly sure why, but he didn’t really care. Every place had their niche.
But once they passed through those doors, everything made complete sense.
This wasn’t a restaurant at all. It was a bar.
An omega milk bar.
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Time: 00:43:14
Title: N/A
Author: Udunie
Relationship: N/A
Status: N/A
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Udunie/pseuds/Udunie/works?fandom_id=258526
Summary: N/A
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Time: 00:51:05
Title: In Any Version of Reality
Author: alisvolatpropiis
Relationship: Sterek
Status: Completed
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/2313773
Summary: Standing next to not-Derek – whoa, holding not-Derek’s hand? – is someone who looks remarkably like Stiles. Is Stiles, a slightly-altered replica, just like this guy both is and isn't Derek.
It’s not like looking into a mirror – one, because looking into a mirror actually makes some kind of sense, and two, because not-Stiles looks older too, mid twenties maybe. And the tips of his short, spiky hair are dark purple, and he’s got a lip ring and he’s shirtless and covered in tattoos and what the holy hell?
“Time travel?" He's sufficiently freaked. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he hears his dad laughing.
“Not exactly,” not-Derek says, and shit, even his voice sounds exactly the same, disconcertingly gentle. He gestures behind him, and Stiles looks over his shoulder, where behind him, scattered across the porch and in the front yard, are more…Dereks and more Stileses.
Fourteen total, including the two at the door, he notes distantly, eyes feeling like they’re about to pop out of his head from bulging so hard.
Seven other Dereks. Seven other Stileses.
Seven Derek and Stiles pairs.
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Time: 00:51:14
Title: Pocket Full of Stereks
Author: FiccinDylan
Relationship: Sterek
Status: WIP
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/series/768054
Summary: If there’s anything to have in common with Derek that he’ll instantly be on board with, it’s loving Stiles. So he doesn’t mind when he finds Stiles with one of the doppelgangers in some forgotten corner, mouthing at each other and letting their hands roam around in explicit ministration.
They’re solid, Derek and Stiles. They know they’ve been given an amazing opportunity and even in the midst of the Sterek soup they’ve been wading in, Derek belongs to Stiles and Stiles belongs to Derek. So when Derek bristles upon seeing Stiles kissing his counterpart, he's not entirely sure why he’s so bothered by it.
He just is.
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Time: 00:52:10
Title: Tales From the Knot
Author: FiccinDylan
Relationship: Sterek
Status: Completed
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12510676
Summary: Stiles loves Scott
Scott loves Stiles
Derek Hates Scott
Scott Hates Derek
Stiles loves Derek
Something's gotta give.
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Time: 00:54:58
Title: Tightening Pack Bonds
Author: halfhardtorock
Relationship: Derek Hale/Allison Argent/Lydia Martin/Kira Yukimura
Status: Completed
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/1823986
Summary: "Hey, that thing with Derek, it’s gotten worse," Scott says to them over skype. He’s down state in Beacon Hills, being Alpha, running the Vet clinic with Stiles and Marin. He scrubs his hand over his face wearily. Derek’s been drifting for a long time. Maybe for years. He hasn’t been into the clinic for months. Sometimes he stays up at the preserve for longer. No one sees him.
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Time: 01:06:18
Title: According to Plans
Author: eldee
Relationship: Sterek
Status: Completed
Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/454255/
Summary: Five times Stiles and Derek pretend to be boyfriends, and the one time they didn't have to pretend at all. (Or: in which Stiles' plan for senior year is completely ruined by a supernatural creature stalking him.)
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Time: 01:08:53
Title: Favoritism
Author: BlacktoFade
Relationship: Sterek
Status: Complete (logged in only)
Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/1285936
Summary: On a scale from one to ten, Stiles’ love for Derek’s cock ranks in at around a twelve. (derek get’s sounded and it’s methodical. hurt/comfort)
OR
Time: 01:08:53
Title: Safe & Sound
Author: Annabeth_Crestfallen_LeMorte
Relationship: Sterek
Status: Complete
Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/886208
Summary: This was originally a prompt fill for little-red-stiles-hood on tumblr (for Sterek Week, in conjunction with Operation Positivity), but it quickly became so much more. Original Prompt: Anna my dear! May I have some Sterek sounding, where Stiles is in control and Derek is helpless and loving every minute of it? Maybe with Stiles dirty talk? Please and thank you! (derek get’s sounded and it’s methodical. hurt/comfort)
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Time: 01:09:22
Title: Leaflets
Author: Guide
Relationship: Sterek / Steter
Status: WIP
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/4709111
Summary: Snippets set in the Sustainable Management universe, where Stiles and his dad work for a (unrealistically, yeah) badass Forest Service, mostly after Ecosystem Engineering and the Werewolf. Tags/warnings will evolve as I add snippets.
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Time: 01:13:44
Title: DILF
Author: twentysomething
Relationship: Sterek
Status: Completed
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/487739
Summary: "Today is Scott's first day of kindergarten and Derek is terrified."
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Time: 01:14:13
Title: Baking My Way Into Your Heart
Author: theSilence
Relationship: Sterek
Status: Completed
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/580036
Summary: Derek is an uptight college student, all work and no play. His carefully scheduled life is thrown kilter when his regular barista is replaced with someone new.
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Time: 01:15:01
Title: Lap Magnet
Author: Prairie_Grass
Relationship: Sterek
Status: Completed
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/1783486
Summary: Wherein an ill-advised floral arrangement leads to a whole new definition of obliviousness, accidental mate-bonds, and far more sex and tropes than one fic really needs.
or
Five times Derek and Stiles didn’t notice how close they were (literally) and then a whole bunch of times when they did...
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Time: 01:17:10
Title: Move A Mountain
Author: ZainClaw
Relationship: Sterek
Status: Completed
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/883734
Summary: Stiles goes camping with his friends in New Mexico after graduation where they befriend a biker gang led by Derek: a guy whom Stiles can’t decide if he will be either relieved or devastated to never see again once their week is up.
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Time: 01:19:28
Title: Stilinski-Hales & Hounds, etc.
Author: ravewulf
Relationship: Derek Hale/Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Status: WIP
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/series/693585
Summary: Derek was bored and horny. Stiles wouldn’t be back from campus for several hours as he was taking later courses so he could sleep in and Peter wouldn’t be home from work for another half hour or so. That was plenty of time to have a little fun with the dogs though.
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Time: 01:21:05
Title: Whatever He Wants
Author: Anonymous
Relationship: Sterek
Status: WIP
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/3971440
Summary: Derek just adores his new omega.
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Time: 01:23:02
Title: N/A
Author: N/A
Relationship: Sterek
Status:
Link: Sterek somnophilia tag - http://archiveofourown.org/works?utf8=%E2%9C%93&commit=Sort+and+Filter&work_search%5Bsort_column%5D=revised_at&work_search%5Brelationship_ids%5D%5B%5D=264659&work_search%5Bother_tag_names%5D=&work_search%5Bquery%5D=&work_search%5Blanguage_id%5D=&work_search%5Bcomplete%5D=0&tag_id=Somnophilia
Summary: derek fucks stiles in his sleep and stiles wakes up and lets him
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Time: 01:23:32
Title: Mirror, Mirror
Author: Happilyevraftr
Relationship: Sterek
Status: Complete
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/462516
Summary: Kink meme fill: Established relationship. After someone flirts with Stiles, Derek needs to show him who he belongs to by fucking him in a room full of mirrors so he can see himself stretched open. Bonus points if Derek forces Stiles to watch as his hole is stretched to accommodate Derek's knot
Also here: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1UZfBVt6sDQi4uiTkHgsqwedtUIwoXCRSDQkZ5K-p7Fc/edit?usp=sharing
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Time: 01:24:32
Title: The Exchange
Author: Notsalony, xxxAthaelaxxx
Relationship: Scott McCall/Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Stiles Stilinski/Jackson Whittemore, Derek Hale/Jackson Whittemore, Derek Hale/Scott McCall
Status: Completed
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/985521
Summary: School can be a stressful time between trying to find friends, get your homework done, and pass your classes, all while trying to find yourself and survive your life. For Stiles and Scott, that also includes werewolves, and other supernatural things trying to kill them. So when the school informs them that their fathers signed them up for the NIS program, now they have to make it through all of that, while naked and at the sexual mercy of their classmates.
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Time: 01:25:33
Title: Hate (myself for loving) You
Author: Seanbiggerstaffrox
Relationship: Sterek
Status: Completed
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/2242848
Summary: Angry Sterek sex (featuring Voyeur!Scott)
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Time: 01:26:38
Title: Karma’s a bitch
Author: fallingoverfeelz
Relationship: Sterek
Status: Completed
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/3860059
Summary: Um???? I took the prompt from kinkyfics' tumblr
"ive got this crazy AU where its perfectly legal for alphas of any age to take omegas anywhere and everywhere. Derek is a middle school teacher and since he lives in a community where the rate of omegas is higher than normal, alpha teachers are allowed to fuck their students, so derek usually fucks them whenever he wants, gives them A's on quizzes they miss because hes fucking them over his desk, opens their pretty (bp) cunts to show the class alphas how to properly fuck an omega, and all (cont)
the omegas love him so they bounce on his cock and he sucks on their sweet nipples and titties and lets the young alphas show him how to get them off with their tongues for extra credit, sucking on their clits and fingering them til they scream, until sweet little stiles comes along with his sweet scent, handful of soft breasts and pink little nipples and derek just goes crazy. and instead of teaching bacon’s rebllion and the transatlantic trade routes he’s sucking on stiles’ cunt and (cont)
fucking him up against the lockers during passing period, choking him on his cock after he hands out the tests and stiles loves every single fucking second of it because as much as hes all about being his own person and shit it feels so fucking good to get used by an alpha and just UGH"
and i just sorta did it??? credit to her for the inspiration.
also i apologize that his is all smut. all of it. im sorry.
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Time: 01:29:06
Title: Omega Mart
Author: DevilDoll
Relationship: Sterek
Status: Unfinished
Link: http://devildoll.tumblr.com/tagged/omegamart/chrono
Summary: omega mart
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Time: 01:29:30
Title: of course, of course
Author: bleep0bleep
Relationship: Sterek
Status: Completed
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/4688318
Summary: Derek swallows, watching Stiles mull over the paperwork. “Are you sure about this?”
“Absolutely,” Stiles says, licking his lips. He signs with a flourish and pushes the contract back at Derek.
Derek knows every word of the contract by heart, but his heart stutters anyways when a sentence jumps out at him. The client acknowledges that any bond created during the heat session is temporary.
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Time: 01:29:40
Title: Werewolf-Friendly
Author: badwolfbadwolf
Relationship: Sterek
Status: Completed
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/2051046
Summary: Derek is a junior in college, never could get the hang of social interaction, and is, you know, a werewolf. A werewolf and a virgin. And it isn’t like anyone is banging down his door to hop on his werewolf dick, save for the few pervs who acted like he was some kind of exotic toy to be played with and experienced. So, when he sees Stiles' ad on Hot Men 4 Rent, Derek is... interested.
And who is he kidding, he’s read that bio every day since that sad evening with the chocolate chip cookies, and has every facet of it memorized.
Stiles, no last name. Eighteen. Student. Good conversationalist. Likes to crack jokes. Fan of junk food but enjoys running. Werewolf-friendly. Werewolf-friendly.
And there is his phone number and an email address. Plus all the moles.
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Time: 01:31:34
Title: Hole New World
Author: cofie, Ember
Relationship: Sterek
Status: Completed
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/1008472
Summary: Stiles stared at the cock before him. Gazed, really, with heady admiration. Now this was a cock. A cock it was. Indeed, a cock was before him.
"Are you going to suck me anytime soon?" asked a voice from the other side of the stall, which Stiles was assuming was the owner of said cock.
"Well if you feel the need to rush me about it," Stiles mumbled back, "maybe not." He was, after all, the one who was about to perform a service. On his knees in a filthy club bathroom stall to do so, in fact.
+++
Stiles decides that if he's going to lose his virginity, he might as well do so in the seclusion of a night club stall.
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Time: 01:32:16
Title: All’s Fiat in Orgasms and War
Author: bleep0bleep
Relationship: Sterek
Status: Completed
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/2452934
Summary: 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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Time: 01:33:34
Title: Love Runs Wild
Author: DevilDoll
Relationship: Sterek
Status: Completed
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/771875
Summary: "You've got a hickey on the back of your neck!" A Neckz 'n Throats story.
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Time: 01:34:00
Title: A Series of Incestuous Events
Author: abapical
Relationship: Sheriff Stilinski/Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale/Sheriff Stilinski/Stiles Stilinski
Status: Completed
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/series/77857
Summary: Stiles' first heat hits early. The sheriff finds an alpha for Stiles' second heat, because that's what good fathers do.
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Time: 01:34:19
Title: Draw no Attention
Author: alech
Relationship: Derek Hale/Peter Hale
Status: WIP
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/3368915
Summary: Derek and Peter fuck in public and no one seems to care. Is it a witch? Is it because they're really hot and no one cares? Is it a coincidence? No one knows really.
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Time: 01:37:38
Title: Teen Wolf Infantilism One-Shots - Chapter 8: Daddy’s Baby Boy— Kate AU (Part One)
Author: GentlyWithAChainsaw
Relationship: Sterek
Status: WIP
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/6334087/chapters/14895343
Summary: For the prompt: "could I issue a darker infantilism prompt, sort of an AU within an AU (that is, an AU within this Daddy!Derek/Baby!Stiles 'verse), wherein Kate is alive and about Derek's age, and the Institute manages to get the jump on her so Derek "adopts" her along with Stiles? Like, makes it very clear early on that Stiles is the "good" kid. Punishes Kate a lot, humiliates her, regresses her physically without regressing her mentally because Derek likes how furious and helpless she is to do anything about it.
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Time: 01:38:05
Title: Cultivation
Author: SomeoneUseStiles
Relationship: Sterek
Status: Completed
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/2634356
Summary: Stiles was twelve when he was given to Derek.
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Time: 01:40:17
Title: Professional Misconduct
Author: Calico, Habernero
Relationship: Sterek
Status: Completed
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/555307
Summary: Stiles gets a massage. And then some.
Alternatively: in which Stiles' mouth gets him into trouble, again and again.
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Time: 01:41:25
Title: Don’t Feed the Wolves
Author: Amazonia_8
Relationship: Sterek
Status: Completed
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/11953764
Summary: Stiles took the dare, because what else was he supposed to do when the whole lacrosse team was chanting his name? Even though the werewolf pack had left Beacon Hills years ago, nobody was stupid enough to set foot on the Hale property.
Except, apparently, Stiles.
Now he's got a feral werewolf following him around town with the sole purpose of claiming Stiles as his own.
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Time: 01:41:46
Title: Soothing the Savage Beast
Author: missmagoo
Relationship: Sterek
Status: Completed
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/5705875
Summary: Stiles had always hoped it wouldn’t come to this. He knows he has to be sold once he comes of age, but being bought at auction by a crazy billionaire as a gift for his feral nephew? That's worse than any deep, dark fear he could have ever imagined.
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Time: 01:42:14
Title: BloodSport (Brothers)
Author: Narkotika
Relationship: Sterek
Status: Completed
Link: https://secure.archiveofourown.org/works/4045666
Summary: “Uncle Derek, swans only have one partner their whole life,” Junior explains as Derek pulls on his clothes. “If their partner dies, they can pass away from a broken heart, you know.” Derek looks down at the kid through the mirror as he brushes his teeth. He spits into the sink. “Wolves also mate for life, Uncle Derek. And Mommy’s not a swan or a wolf, but he’s an omega, and sometimes I think he gets so sad that Daddy’s not here anymore that one day he might not wake up.”
In which Derek is an ex-fighter, ex-con, ex-brother. And then Stiles and his rambunctious sons crash into his world and make everything a helluva lot more awesome.
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Time: 01:42:47
Title: Lost and Found
Author: VioletteShadow
Relationship: Sterek
Status: WIP
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/10544404
Summary: Derek is paralyzed from the waist down. Confined to a wheelchair with practically no friends, and struggling with physical and mental scars, he is convinced that he will be miserable for the rest of his life. Enter one Stiles Stilinski, who not only turns his world upside down, but shows him there are so many ways to be happy in your own skin.
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Time: 01:45:06
Title: As Ordered
Author: KattsEyeDemon, seekeronthepath
Relationship: Sterek
Status: WIP
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/5590141
Summary: During the year in which they turn eighteen, all American citizens are tested to find where they fall on the Dom-sub scale and are assigned to a Dom - either to mentor them as they learn how to be a Dom themselves, or to look after them and make sure their needs as a submissive are met. When Stiles tests as a sub, he’s assigned to Derek Hale, and the two of them gradually learn to rely on and love each other.
Derek is written by seekeronthepath; Stiles by kattseyedemon; and all other characters as suited the scene. Updates weekly.
WARNINGS: As is canon, Derek was in a relationship with Kate Argent at a young age. It was abusive, and Derek is dealing with the aftermath of that abuse throughout this fic. Specific warnings will be on the relevant chapters.
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Time: 01:45:21
Title: Exit 27
Author: Udunie
Relationship: Alan Deaton/Stiles Stilinski, Rafael McCall/Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Status: WIP
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/series/220382
Summary: This is a complete AU, in which Stiles hears about a motel where you get raped if you request a certain room. He isn't sure what compels him to check it out, but he is about to learn a lot of new things about himself.
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Time: 01:47:54
Title: Rut is My Favorite Position
Author: Spencebox
Relationship: Sterek
Status: Completed
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12754773
Summary: While Derek is in rut, Stiles attempts to make a store run for some snacks. Derek is not happy when he returns.
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Time: 01:49:00
Title: Bride Market
Author: cherrygoldlove
Relationship: Sterek
Status: WIP
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/3461813
Summary: The Market happened once a year in spring, on the first new moon of April.
And this year Stiles have just turned sixteen.
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Time: 01:50:10
Title: Edges and Lines
Author: blacktofade
Relationship: Sterek
Status: Completed
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/1114009
Summary: Derek likes Stiles in lingerie and makeup.
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Time: 01:51:07
Title: Please Come In
Author: rachtay13
Relationship: Sterek
Status: Completed
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/1217086
Summary: Stiles knew Derek didn't have the best track record with women, but the latest in his terrible line of love interests was just so... normal.
Something was definitely wrong.
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Time: 01:53:27
Title: Purple Haze
Author: esorave
Relationship: Sterek
Status: Complete
Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/3970396/chapters/8906875
Summary: When practice-fighting in the woods, it is very important not to disturb stone circles where Pixies may dwell because Pixies are pranksters and Derek and Stiles are now under their spell. Or The one where Derek and Stiles keep forgetting who they are and can't keep their hands off each other, and then every time they remember who they are, they forget what their amnesiac selves were doing..
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Time: 01:54:29
Title: Silent Treatment
Author: literaryoblivion
Relationship: Sterek
Status: Completed
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/814773
Summary: Derek knows he’s right. He knows that he probably should have done what Stiles had said and waited before charging in, and he hates that Stiles is right, is usually right, because he is the damn Alpha. He’s not supposed to cater to people. He’s the leader damn it, and if he wants to run in to save the day, he fucking can. He should be allowed.
And Stiles always does this. He always yells at Derek, pointing out the things he did wrong, what he should have done, what an idiot he was being because he didn’t do this, or didn’t listen to that. And quite frankly Derek’s fucking tired of it because the kid never shuts up. Ever. Not even when things are perfectly normal and their lives aren’t in danger. Derek is pretty fucking sure Stiles is incapable of being silent for more than 5 minutes.
Stiles proves him wrong.
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Time: 01:55:33
Title: One life stand
Author: Vendelin
Relationship: Sterek
Status: Completed
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/9697841
Summary: Stiles is used to selling himself to make ends meet. But it's getting harder to keep those ends meeting, and there's only so much of Stiles to go around. Until a too-fancy car shows up in his neighborhood, and he meets Derek Hale.
All Derek wants is Stiles's time, someone to stay on his arm for events and smile for the cameras. It's the easiest job Stiles has ever had, the best-paying one he's ever had, and he's more than happy to sign up.
Derek is everything and nothing Stiles expects him to be, with his tailored suits, sharp mind and his quiet way of caring. But it's just a job and Stiles never meant to fall in love.
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Time: 01:55:44
Title: Cornerstone
Author: Vendelin
Relationship: Sterek
Status: Completed
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/1725518
Summary: Suffering from PTSD, ex-Marine Derek Hale moves back to Beacon Hills to open a bookshop and find a calmer life. That’s where he meets Stiles, completely by accident. Stiles is talkative, charming and curious. Somehow, despite the fact that he’s blind, he’s able to read Derek like no one else.
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Time: 01:58:35
Title: Dreamwalker
Author: theroguesgambit
Relationship: Sterek
Status: WIP
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/series/90490
Summary: "The Divine Move" tag. How would Derek know about people having extra fingers in dreams? He wouldn't... not without help.
Stiles wakes up.
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Time: 01:58:58
Title: (not so) Pure Imagination
Author: theroguesgambit
Relationship: Sterek
Status: Completed
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/2272167
Summary: "There is a world where whenever someone fantasizes about you, you can physically feel it, but you have no idea who is thinking it about you."
Stiles knows it's wrong, but he's been Fantasizing about Derek and he can't bring himself to stop. Derek doesn't know who's taken an interest in him, but he's enjoying it way more than he probably should.
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Time: 01:59:40
Title: Safety in Silence
Author: Survivah
Relationship: Sterek
Status: Completed
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/1279837
Summary: It's perfectly understandable. Even Derek wouldn't want to be Derek's soulmate.
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Time: 02:02:12
Title: The Chemistry Between Us
Author: coffeeinallcaps
Relationship: Sterek
Status: Completed
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/1137515
Summary: Meeting Derek Hale wasn’t special, or frightening, or any of the other things everyone had made it out to be. It was, actually, pretty much the opposite. Stiles didn’t even realize the guy was Derek Hale until the moment had passed.
Derek: the most infamous student at Beacon Hills University. Stiles: the freshman who falls for him anyway. Awkward encounters, concerned friends, and lots of not-so-casual sex ensue. (A ‘fuckbuddies to lovers’ college AU.)
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Time: 02:01:22
Title: The One In Which Derek's Dick Disappears
Author: bleep0bleep
Relationship: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Status: Complete - Logged in Only
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/1493914
Summary: Derek wakes up one afternoon without a particular appendage.
Stiles thinks someone left a very realistic looking dildo in his bed.
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Time: 02:01:51
Title: A (Sort of) Fairytale
Author: briecheesie, daunt
Relationship: Sterek
Status: Completed
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/826928
Summary: 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. Then Jackson stumbles onto the burial ground of a witch's ex-husband, Stiles is magically turned into a fox, and things somehow manage to get worse from there. The gratuitous Princess Bride references are only of moderate help.
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Time: 02:03:06
Title: Finger Gangin’
Author: Hatteress (goddammitstacey)
Relationship: Sterek
Status: Completed
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/708018
Summary: 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. The first time he’d pulled them out, spinning one stick in a showy twirl between his fingers, Derek had actually staggered a little, missed a basic move, and ended up on his back blinking up at fucking Jackson, of all people.
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Time: 02:03:55
Title: Bite Marks and Bendy Straws
Author: DiscontentedWinter
Relationship:Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Status: Complete
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/3274433
Summary: derek gets mad at stiles for always drawing attention to his mouth, kicks everyone out of pack training and then pulls the straw out of his mouth and fucks him.
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Time: 02:04:23
Title: N/A
Author: eeyore9990
Relationship: N/A
Status: N/A
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/users/eeyore9990/pseuds/eeyore9990/works?fandom_id=258526
Summary: N/A
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Time: 02:04:42
Title: Wrong Number
Author: bethesound
Relationship: Sterek
Status: WIP
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/1311613
Summary: (1:17am) Is it possible to have a mid-life crisis at 17? Because I think that's happening right now.
(1:18am) Who is this?
(1:19am) Also a midlife crisis requires you to be at the mid point of your life. You're probably experiencing what everyone experiences at 17. It's called high school.(1:19am) Oh sorry man. Wrong number.
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Time: 02:05:26
Title: Tangled Up With Triplets
Author: ColetheWolf
Relationship: Sterek
Status: Completed
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/977698
Summary: The Stilinski Trio take it upon themselves to get their English teacher, Mr. Hale, to raise their grades so that they can continue to play on the high school lacrosse team. Their methods of persuasion prove effective against their teacher.
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Time: 02:05:54
Title: Emphasis on ‘Stepfather’
Author: Colethewolf
Relationship: Sterek
Status: WIP
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/series/54266
Summary: Derek Hale is Stiles' stepfather. Trouble & filthy goodness ensue.
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Time: 02:16:13
Title: Mr. Stilinski
Author: alisvolatpropiis
Relationship: Sterek
Status: Completed
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/series/167837
Summary: But he’s never really forgotten Wade or those guys from college, definitely not Brayden, the motorcycle-driving musician who devastated him senior year. He hasn’t forgotten the way a fuck-it-all attitude draws him in like a moth to a flame, speaks to his own rebellious nature that has always manifested as abrasive sarcasm and clever manipulation of rules and half-truths. And even though he’s never really forgotten, he’d thought he’d gotten over the bad boy thing, had grown out of it.
But then, in his last class on the first day at his new job teaching English at the high school he graduated from fifteen years ago, Derek Hale walks into his classroom and Stiles feels like he's out in the parking lot back in 1995, nearly tripping over his own feet with stunned attraction, immediate and shockingly powerful. His lust is tinged with the familiar but long forgotten thrill needing to get closer to that mysterious cool, compounded infinitely now because this dangerous-looking bad boy is his student.
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Time: 02:06:39
Title: (Not A) Cam Boy
Author: PastafarianAlpaca
Relationship: Derek Hale/Jordan Parrish/Stiles Stilinski
Status: WIP
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/3343493
Summary: Derek and Jordan are just trying to write up a report on the Sheriff’s computer. They aren’t expecting to accidentally click the link to the videofeed of Stiles’ room. They definitely aren’t expecting for the teen to be enjoying his alone time quite so much.
If they were better men, they’d close the window and pretend it never happened. If they were better men
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Time: 02:06:48
Title: Knot Your Playmate
Author: Halzbarry
Relationship: Derek Hale/Jordan Parrish/Stiles Stilinski
Status: WIP
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/2736956
Summary: He quickly closed his laptop and laid back on his bed. Somehow he’d convinced himself to not only sign up for an online ABO hookup website, but to also meet up with not one, but two alphas to potentially sleep with and get him through his heat.
AU where Stiles is an omega, and has to sign up for an online ABO dating website to find an alpha to bring him through his heat, and possibly be a match so he doesn't flunk out of high school and get sent to remedial school because of Harris. What he doesn't expect is to find two mated alphas looking for an omega, and for feelings to start getting involved.
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Time: 02:07:08
Title: Wolves of the Waters
Author: orphan_account
Relationship: Sterek
Status: Completed
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/753128
Summary: An AU in which Derek flees to his family's vacation home on the coast in an attempt to leave behind Beacon Hills and all its ghosts. Stiles is a bold young merman who likes to feel the sun on his scales and isn't about to give up his favorite place to sun bathe just because a brooding werewolf has moved into the long abandoned beach house. Mythical creatures abound and romance is in abundance.
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Time: 02:08:01
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Summary: stiles thinks derek and scott are together and is pissed off because he wants derek
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Time: 02:08:33
Title: For Want of a Gag (Reflex)
Author: eyesore9990
Relationship: Sterek
Status: Completed
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/series/73549
Summary: Derek let the spinning lights lull him into a relaxed state, following various threads of electric blue until they all seemed to converge on one figure dancing in a loose, fluid sprawl of limbs in the middle of the dance floor.
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Time: 02:08:40
Title: One Hale of a Review
Author: clawstoagunfight
Relationship: Sterek
Status: Completed
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/1158476
Summary: "a fic where derek earnestly reviews sex toys"
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Time: 02:12:41
Title: Two Negatives
Author: LadyDrace
Relationship: Sterek
Status: Completed
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/5668399
Summary: Full moon sex was never like this.
Or
Derek accidentally calls Stiles "alpha" during sex, and it's awesome.
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Time: 02:13:18
Title: the thread is ripping
Author: thepsychicclam
Relationship: Sterek
Status: Completed
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/series/49980
Summary: 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.
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Time: 02:14:21
Title: my heart’s been offline
Author: thepsychicclam
Relationship: Sterek
Status: Completed
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/1935087
Summary: 31/M/New York. Rich, lays in bed all day, likes to read (aka Derek Hale, son of an Oscar winning actress, brother of one obnoxious reality star and one rebellious fashion designer, hates the paparazzi so much he's a recluse)
26/M/California. Boring office job, likes to read (aka Stiles Stilinski, co-owner of a 100 acre organic farm with his dad and two best friends, writer of obits for a newspaper, has absolutely no life)
Or, where Derek and Stiles meet online, and Stiles has no clue Derek's part of a famous family.
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Time: 02:14:33
Title: But The World Won’t Stop Turning
Author: thepsychicclam
Relationship: Sterek
Status: Completed
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/1004270
Summary: Derek glances at Stiles, who is watching him with a curious expression.
“Oh shit,” Stiles exclaims as comprehension dawns on him. “Everything makes sense now. Derek, I know what the witch did, she cursed you with – “
But before Stiles is able to finish his sentence, everything fades away and Derek is surrounded by darkness.
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Time: 02:14:43
Title: Past The Breakers
Author: thepsychicclam
Relationship: Sterek
Status: Completed
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/905707
Summary: Stiles and Scott get summer jobs at the exclusive Seawolf Beach Resort, and the last thing Stiles expects is to start taking surf lessons from the hot lifeguard.
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Time: 02:15:29
Title: i fell into the moon
Author: lscar123
Relationship: Sterek
Status: Completed
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12139875
Summary: Laura Hale is arrested hours after returning to Beacon Hills. Derek Hale returns to town to bring his sister back home and together they are drawn into the mystery of a rogue wolf on their family land. They also can't seem to stop bumping into the Sheriff's son, Stiles.
Laura is determined to make Stiles her new best friend and Derek just wants everyone to survive so he can get the hell out of the town that took everything from him. Stiles just wants everyone to be happy.
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Time: 02:15:38
Title: A Little Agony
Author: KuriKuri
Relationship: Sterek
Status: Completed
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/2691611
Summary: “There is one way we could do it,” Derek finally says, making both Stiles and Lydia perk up, looking at him expectantly.
(Or: The mandatory fandom "undercover as a couple at a BDSM club" AU.)
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Time: 02:15:54
Title: Salty Sweet
Author: secondstar
Relationship: Sterek
Status: Completed
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/1283308
Summary: Derek works at a porn store. One day, Stiles comes in asking all sorts of TMI questions about different toys. That's where it all starts.
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Time: 02:16:06
Title: Manhattan Alpha
Author: Leaderofthepack
Relationship: Sterek
Status: Completed
Link: Dropbox
Summary: Derek gave a salacious smile, his eyes smoldering with lust. "It would probably be best for me to work off some energy before I fuck you. I'm sure you'd like to be able to walk tomorrow.”
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Time: 02:17:22
Title: Do Not Go Gentle
Author: MojoFlower
Relationship: Sterek
Status: Completed
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/5758180
Summary: Derek Hale, Beacon Hills Alpha and Dom, wakes up in a dark cell already housing another captive – a mute, traumatized sub with a cruel collar around his neck. His only goal is to get them both free of their brutal circumstances; but even as he tries to get his young companion home, a bond between them grows. Nothing comes easily: danger, and echoes of their ordeal, shadow every step they take.
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Time: 02:17:24
Title: You Shot Me Down (Bang Bang)
Author: dancinbutterfly
Relationship: Sterek
Status: Completed
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/2744945
Summary: Stiles has never visited a bathhouse before so he doesnt expect to meet the most beautiful and damaged man(well, werewolf) he's ever seen in the middle of a gangbang. What follows is a romance through forged through strange sex acts, held hands, pie, shared workloads, long conversations and pie. So much pie.
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Time: 02:17:56
Title: What We Called Love
Author: jadore_hale
Relationship: Sterek
Status: Completed
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/2475713
Summary: He’d guessed that if Derek wasn’t paying him for the sex, then he was obviously paying him for the conversation. So Stiles made it a point to talk and never stop. Stiles rambled and Derek sometimes listened. Stiles shouted about X-Men and porn in fancy restaurants, and Derek sometimes grunted in response. Every now and then, Derek would even look up from his phone and make eye contact and blink, which Stiles would always take as a positive and real acknowledgment to his existence.
And they never had sex. Not ever. No matter how badly Stiles wanted them to, and he wanted them to, oh so badly.
Stiles Stilinski has been Derek Hale’s sugar baby for the last three years, and just can’t understand why the man pays him so much damn money.
Or the one where Danny is Miley Cyrus, Dylan Sprouse, Justin Beiber, and Kanye West all in one.
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Time: 02:18:27
Title: A Home at the Edge of the World
Author: MereLoup
Relationship: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Status: WIP
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/series/358388
Summary: With nowhere to go and no monsters du jour to fight, Derek and Stiles get to take their time and enjoy one another in the most delicious of ways.
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Time: 02:19:43
Title: Ruin Me (Take Me Down)
Author: xLostDreamsx
Relationship: Sterek
Status: Completed
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/3362135
Summary: Driving his teachers and his Dad crazy with his incessant trouble making, Stiles reluctantly accepts young college student Derek Hale as his ‘babysitter’, his Dad misguidedly believing he will be a positive role model to help guide him back to the straight and narrow.
Unfortunately for the Sheriff, he isn’t quite aware that Derek isn’t quite as up-standing as he appears and at the hands of his smart, young, manipulative son with a head full of ideas, his rather weak moral codes soon crumble.
Or put simply, Derek gives in to Stiles and things get hot and heavy pretty fast.
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Time: 02:20:05
Title: Delta
Author: bishorn
Relationship: Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Status: Complete - Part of “Omega” Series
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/1952943
Summary: There's been a lot of change in his life recently: An Alpha, a new pack, a growing family. There's an initial and a final, and Stiles doesn't let himself think about the old anymore.
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Time: 02:20:21
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Summary: stiles is a lactation nurse for the hales, hale children are derek, scott, issac, and jackson
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Time: 02:20:56
Title: Mleko
Author: monroesherlock
Relationship: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall/Stiles Stilinski, Issac Lahey/Stiles Stilinski, Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski, James Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Status: WIP
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/2517116
Summary: "Aaaaand now I want a fic where being a wet nurse is a revered occupation and you have to train years for it, and Omega Stiles already has the greatest aptitude they’ve seen in years. Which is great, because there’s an entire family of Alphas that live out on the Preserve that pay top dollar for wet nurses, and Stiles is just the Omega to provide. He goes out for an internship and then they just keep him." Stiles just wants to be able to pay his father's medical bills. Catering to the Hales? Well, that's just a bonus.
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Time: 02:21:16
Title: Good Boy
Author: DiscontentedWinter
Relationship: Sterek
Status: WIP
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/7630075
Summary: Stiles falls into a BDSM relationship with hot-as-the-sun Deputy Derek Hale.
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Time: 02:21:34
Title: Little Wild Animal Universe
Author: DiscontentedWinter
Relationship: Sterek
Status: WIP
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/series/309867
Summary: Derek Hale finds a feral human on his pack's property.
Humans are supposed to be extinct.
But then, Stiles is full of surprises.
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Time: 02:21:51
Title: N/A
Author: ADevilsHunger (Dream_tempo)
Relationship: N/A
Status: N/A
Link: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Dream_tempo/pseuds/ADevilsHunger/works?fandom_id=258526
https://archiveofourown.org/users/Dream_tempo/pseuds/Dream_tempo/works?fandom_id=258526
Summary: N/A
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