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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo · 2 years

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hiii

do you know about any looong slowburn sterek fics preferably with smut? optional magic stiles👀

hehe thank you❤️

Hi anon. @kevaaronday made this list for you.

Actions Speak Louder Than Words by isthatbloodonhisshirt (25/25 | 434,625 | Explicit | Sterek) “I apologize.” The cop finally looked back up at his face, seeming thrilled. “It’s just—it’s been so long. And we finally have you.”

That was a bad word. Not found.

Have.

Stiles wrenched his hand free and took a step back, but before he could even think up a gameplan, he felt a prick in his neck and jerked away, reaching up to slap one hand against it and twisting in the same moment.

One of the others had come up behind him while he hadn’t been paying attention, and his vision began to swim even as his eyes caught sight of the half-empty syringe the guy was holding.

Put Down in Words by paintedrecs (31/31 | 203,776 | Mature | Sterek) “Oh,” Stiles said, his voice coming out low and breathy, “fuck me.”

“I don’t think that’s on the syllabus, but we can check to see if there’s a spot open in any of his classes,” Scott said, grinning.

“This isn’t an actual professor, though,” Stiles insisted, unable to resist brushing his thumb over the sharp line of the man’s bearded jaw. He was laughing at something off-camera, the shot taken in three-quarters view, his coat collar casually rumpled and opened to reveal a sliver of a simple grey t-shirt. The whole thing was deliberately calculated to lend him a more accessible feel, and god help him, Stiles was falling for it.

When Stiles signed up for Dr. Hale’s intro to history class, he had two goals: knock out the credits his advisor was bugging him to complete before he graduated, and spend a few hours a week daydreaming about his sexy professor’s salt and pepper beard.

Derek, a few months away from turning forty and not sure when his life had started feeling so damn lonely, had never encountered someone like Stiles before. Bright-eyed, sharp-tongued, determined to throw Derek’s carefully cultivated world into disarray…and absolutely the last person Derek should be falling in love with.

Most (Im)Proper Proposal by Welsh_Woman (72/72 | 200,136 | Explicit | Sterek) Stiles Stilinski has not seen his childhood friend for going on ten years when Derek Hale insists on meeting him in a barely reputable inn to make a rather startling proposal…

The Hollow Moon by thepsychicclam (10/10 | 180,079 | Explicit | Sterek) It's the summer after Stiles' first year of college, and he's working a crappy job and dealing with nightmares and anxiety - but he's okay, he swears. He makes it through most days without too much trouble. Then, a certain werewolf comes back into town. Which Stiles doesn't care about, nope, not at all.

After two and a half years, Derek returns to Beacon Hills with his small Pack. Though he tried to move on, something just kept drawing him back to Beacon Hills, he's just not sure what. Now, he figures he can start building something like a life - but he keeps getting distracted by Stiles Stilinski of all people.

Teenage Love Song by HaleHathNoFury (26/26 | 155,834 | Explicit | Sterek) Stiles is sick and tired of how much he fucks up. His dad is disappointed, his step-mom judges and his step-brother can do no wrong. It's not that he doesn't love them, he just gets so tired of being different. Now he's being moved lock, stock and barrel to Beacon Hills aka the town his mom grew up in so they can go live in his grandma's house and his father can get him back on the straight and narrow.

It's going to suck.

B.E.A.C.O.N. by Mythological_Compendium (43/43 | 140,691 | Explicit | Sterek) "What better situation could there possibly be? We'll be pretty much stuck together, we can talk, drink and maybe later even…”

A scoff. “What? Have reunion sex?”

He shrugs. “It's been four years.”

Same Old Song and Dance by Halevetica (91/91 | 125,721 | Explicit | Sterek) Raised in the hunter life after his father was killed, Stiles hates werewolves. So when he lands a contract to kill the alpha of the pack that killed his father, he's elated. Until he runs into complications. The alpha is smart and strong and playing a game Stiles can't figure out. When secrets are revealed and new enemies made, Stiles must decide for himself what side he's on and who he can trust.

Bruises and Bitemarks by orphan_account (27/27 | 121,566 | Explicit | Sterek) Biologically, Stiles is weak. When he presented as an omega, he knew that to be the truth but that never stopped him from running his mouth as a defense mechanism. However, it could only save him so many times before he ended up pissing off the wrong person. After he's attacked in the parking lot outside of school, Stiles realizes he can no longer protect himself with just pure wit and sarcasm. When the attack lands him in the hospital, his dad forces him to pick between two options, report the alphas who attacked him or join a kickboxing gym run by omega rights activist and alpha, Derek Hale, a man Stiles has been in love with for many years.

Strip by Fessst (23/23 | 117,194 | Explicit | Sterek) "Singletail whip. Your favorite, isn't it?"

Red. Stiles felt nauseated as he bent over the bench. Red. The tremble only increased when his wrists and ankles were secured with leather straps. Red. He heard the Dom behind him give a sample crack of the whip in the air. Red. This would likely pierce his skin. So fucking Red.

"What's your safeword?"

Red.

"Stiles?"

"The... the stoplights, Sir."

Stiles's first introduction to the world of BDSM was a complete fiasco. You see, he had a crush on this ridiculously hot Dom and might have slightly exaggerated (ahem, lied blatantly) a few things on his questionnaire. Five years later the two meet again under a different set of circumstances.

A rare Alphahole by Fessst (27/27 | 110,538 | Mature | Sterek) Weed sale goes wrong and leaves Stiles with a dilemma of either facing prison or enrolling himself in Beta Rehabilitation Program for the next 6 months.

Anything beats prison, right?

Well...

Once he finds out that his assigned Responsible Alpha is the asshole who landed him in trouble, to begin with, Stiles is not so sure anymore. Especially since he has to fucking marry the guy!

the trees call your name by spaceprincessem (2/2 | 107,656 | Mature | Sterek) “That was a long time ago,” Derek finally said, his face falling into its usual cool facade.

Stiles felt like he had been punched in the gut. Two worlds, right? Except, it had never really been two worlds at all. If they lived in two worlds, Stiles wouldn’t feel this unexplainable ache that ran deep in his bones. It had always been one world, with water slipping into the cracks, until there was an ocean between them. Stiles was always caught in the riptides, dragged out to sea where he was left to drown, sinking below the surface as Derek grew further and further out of his reach.

“Yeah,” Stiles agreed, forcing his lips to turn up in the corners, noting the slight crack in his voice, “long time ago."

aka the high school friends to lovers ranch au that no one asked for, but the one that i wrote anyway. This fic is finished, I will just be posting it in two parts!

Far From Any Road by doctorkaitlyn (28/28 | 103,835 | Explicit | Sterek) Stiles Stilinski is a young, chronically sleep-deprived detective who's manipulative and morally dubious at best. He's fairly certain that, in the years since he started working for the California Bureau of Investigation, he's seen most of the horrible things that the world could possibly throw at him.

But that's before a body turns up in an alley in Beacon Hills, brutally tortured, with a symbol burned into its back. It's quickly followed by a second and third, and when Stiles is unable to find any hint as to who the culprits might be, his father decides to bring in some outside help.

His name is Derek Hale, and he too has seen some truly horrible things, only some of them on the job.

Stiles hates him immediately. But Derek may be their only hope for solving the case, so Stiles reluctantly agrees to accept his help.

As it turns out, neither of them have seen anything close to the depths of human depravity that await them in the woods and down the back roads surrounding Beacon Hills.

All a Pack Needs is a Little Spark by thornconnelly (21/21 | 82,884 | Mature | Sterek) Fork in the road fix-it that basically changes everything starting... an hour before the show actually starts. idk.

Stiles has a premonition that he NEEDS to go into the forest on a random night and saves Laura before Peter can kill her. Stiles doesn't know what he's gotten himself into, but he decides to help out the stray dog he finds in the woods, and then ends up joining a werewolf pack... as their Spark... because apparently he's got magic.

What ensues is my whole-hearted desire for the Hales to have nice things.

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #magic!stiles #anon

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mitsukui · 3 years

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Hello! I have a request, if that's alright! So a george fluff smut where you were being very insecure of your body in general, and george tried his best to be as loving as he could during sex (praising, kissing every spot, being very gentle) and trying to prove to you that to him, you are the most beautiful person that he would ever love hshfksjf im so soft for georgie but yeah here's a rough idea! thank you 🥺

Hey, anon! Hope you’re doing well ✨ Of course that’s alright! Please, feel free to request whatever you want, whenever you want to. I’m always here, ready to make you guys happy somehow! I loved this request, and it hit me so hard because I’m honestly so insecure about my own body 🥺 I hope this can make you feel better somehow and, if you ever need someone to talk to, I’m here! Thank you for the request! Sending you all the love in the universe ❤️

Explicit content below!

He felt your walls clenching around the only finger he had inserted in you and groaned involuntarily at the sensation. His eyes fell upon your naked body, and George felt his cock twitching inside his underwear, which its fabric had a wet stain on it. With precum freely leaking from his tip, his brain produced impure and lustful images, where you could be seen under him, one of his hands around your neck.

Although he was in a daze, caused by the way you squirmed at his touch and your breathtaking body, the young man with fiery locks furrowed his eyebrows as soon as his eyes captured your hands attempting to cover bits of your skin.

His movements suddenly came to a halt, a trail of frustrated whines escaping your lips weakly. He propped his body up by one of his elbows, and his eyes were gentle when they looked at you.

"Why do you have your hands over your body, love?"

Dizzy due to the still fresh pleasure, your eyelashes fluttered, and you opened your eyes; chocolate brown ones easily found yours, exactly like he could so easily read you whenever there was something wrong.

You did not want to say it out loud. You felt embarrassed for feeling it, and for being like that. For having that body of yours. And, deep down inside, you were afraid of saying it out loud because it could make him realize it, too.

George Weasley, the man who had lived in your dreams and heart for so long, could at last realize you were not beautiful.

You fell silent right beside him, and he was unhappy with it. A faint idea of what could be bothering you came to his mind, and a pang of pain hit his heart sharply.

As a couple who talked about every and anything, you obviously have talked about it before. He was aware of your insecurities regarding your body and your looks, even though he could not understand any of them.

In his eyes, you were magically beautiful. Ethereal,almost. Sometimes, it was hard to believe you were real, and his. There was not one single little thing he disliked about you. He adored you wholeheartedly.

George pressed his lips against your temples as he scooted closer to you. He felt the sheets underneath his body moving along with him, and the softness of it brought a certain comfort to him. But nothing compared to being close to you, being yours, and reminding you he was utterly in love with you.

He made the decision not to talk about it. He would rather show his love through his actions, the way he allowed his own hands to roam your mesmerizing body, and how he would make sure you would feel his love slipping through his lips and falling on you.

George started by doing small things, such as running his fingers over your jawline and capturing your lips onto his in a slow and slightly sloppy kiss. Self-consciousness still profoundly tormented you, but it was almost impossible to focus on anything other than his tongue swirling around yours. He knew exactly what he was doing, what he was hiding behind his thoughtful moves.

He wanted you to feel beautiful, desired, and loved because you were. He loved you so, so, so deeply.

Sloppy kissing led to some of the salivas mixed dripping down your chin. He pulled away and studied how the transparent liquid created a delicious contrast with your skin tone, and his intoxication became evident even to himself.

Your face was held by his slender fingers with the most delicate touch he could pull off, and you sighed dreamily. He could dominate you in ways you had never even imagined.

His warm tongue ran over your chin, cleaning whatever was left of your kiss before going down to your collarbones. While he nibbled your soft skin, his fingers traveled down to your hard nipples.

A gasp echoed in the bedroom you shared with him, and you obviously tried to get away from the intimate touch, fearing he would see you through your own eyes. Noticing your reactions, his two hands held you down by your hips, and he hummed against you.

One of his hands kept you in the place where he wanted you to be, and the other continued playing with your sensitive nipples. Soon enough, however, it touched your wet cunt.

As he circled your clit slowly, the initial contact from before the train wreck being restarted, you felt a bit of your worrying vanishing away. His voice whispered sweet nothings to you, and how he had been bewitched by you for so long, ever since you were two stupid teenagers in Hogwarts. Your ear shell was being lovingly caressed by words like 'I have never loved anyone as much as I love you', and 'you take my breath away by simple existing'.

He ran his thumb over your cheekbones as pleasure invaded your body, but his self-neglect somehow managed to interrupt your combination of loathing and lust. In a bold move, which you did not understand how it happened, you engulfed two of his fingers with your mouth.

Once more, his cock twitched, and he moved his fingers on your clit at a new and faster speed. At that moment, though, there was nothing more important than making you feel his love; he could take care of his erection later.

You moaned against his fingers, your tongue running all over his milky and lightly calloused skin, and your cheeks being hollowed to create a bit of pressure.

It did not take long until you were cumming on his fingers, your orgasm blanking anything negative and self-deprecating that existed inside you.

Automatically, when you were back to Earth after your high, you used your hands to cover your nude and trembling body. It did not go unnoticed by him, but he chose to finally use his words.

"My love, please, do understand this: I adore the very parts of you that you have forgotten how to love."

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bloomingnono · 3 years

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meant it. (part 2)

pairing: jeno x reader

genre: angst, fluff

word count: ~ 1.7 k

warnings: language (like one curse word akjds)

intro l part 1 l part 2

a/n: im so sorry for the long wait:( i wanted to make sure i did my best, and wrote something i was overall pretty content with! but here’s the second, and final part to “meant it”!! i hope you all enjoy, especially my dear 🍿anonie<3

also not me making major adjustments 5 minutes before posting💀

taglist of my loves: @luvlyjaemin @vera-liscious @lenaluvs

Your bed felt cold. The type of cold that left your body weak. And yet again, you found yourself fighting to let sleep consume you.

You hesitantly turned to your left side, hoping that maybe, this was all just one big nightmare. That maybe when you turned around, he’d be there.

But you were only met with the other side of your bare bed; your lamp casting an amber tinge on your snow-white sheets.

Four weeks had passed since those final words had been exchanged. He had left you broken.

To say you missed him was an understatement.

You longed for the way your heartbeat quickened at his sight. You longed for the way your stomach fluttered as your name effortlessly slipped out of his lips. You longed for his touch; the way his fingers lingered against your skin.

You missed him.

But at what cost? To hear those three empty words leave his mouth?

No. Never again.

It was unfair to Jeno. But most of all, it was unfair to you.

You didn’t deserve to be told such idle lies.

Especially not from the one person you would give up your entire life for.

Jeno was a naive soul; so sincere and trusting of what only met the eye.

Mistakes were a daily occurrence in his life; learning and growing from them as he paved his way through.

But the second you left, he knew he had made the biggest mistake yet.

On the night when everything ended, there was an inexplainable feeling of void growing within him.

He didn’t have a reason to smile, nor the energy to cry.

Unlike anything he’d ever experienced before, he felt incomplete. It left him numb.

Before he knew it, four weeks had already gone by.

Four weeks since he last held your frame in his grasp. Four weeks since he last saw the face he once fell in love with. Four weeks since he left you utterly broken.

But in those four weeks, Jeno wasn’t living. He was simply existing.

He was merely left in his world; his actions and their consequences, being his sole companion.

He knew it was unfair to continue to lie and prolong the inevitable. But, why did it feel so wrong? It was the right decision to choose... right?

‘To choose.’

It seemed like such a simple action. It was something we did on a daily basis; nearly every second of every day.

Yet it held so much influence.

Jeno had finally realized that now.

Everything in life was purely a choice.

Everything.

You lie on your bed, your mind lost in all the bumps and ridges that painted your cream-colored ceiling.

It was late into the night, the moon peeking its way through the slits of your window blinds. The silence was peaceful, yet deafening.

Despite the unsettling aspects of the stillness, you’re ready for it to devour you; yearning for that feeling of tranquility that you haven’t felt in weeks.

But just as you are about to give in, you’re abruptly interrupted by frantic raps on your front door. Jostling up into a sitting position, you force yourself off your bed to check and see who was causing such a fuss.

The knocks on your door persist, not allowing for a single moment of intermission.

Apprehension quickly overtakes your body, frightened at what could possibly cause such actions to befall at this ungodly hour.

You hesitantly grab your doorknob, carefully turning it and opening the door just a fraction of the way.

You are met with a hunched figure; their hands on their knees and their hair damp with —what can only be assumed as— sweat. Their labored breathing leads you to believe they had run here, and hastily at that.

After a few short-lived seconds, you carefully try to assess the situation; fear still coursing throughout your body.

“Can I help you..?”

The figure instantly tenses at your tone, as if taken aback by the sound of your voice.

You watch in confusion as they begin to catch their breath, and stand to their full height. Straining your eyes to try and identify their face, you’re left frozen at the single feature that was recognizable even in pitch darkness.

His eyes.

You instinctively take a step backward, distrusting your vision.

But your presumption reigns true, as the figure tentatively takes a step forward through the doorway; his face now fully illuminated by your foyer light.

Lee Jeno.

He seemed to be in a terrible state: his hair a mess from the sweat, his clothes violated by the wind, and his breaths still quite uneven.

You attempt to try and form a coherent sentence, but the words seem to die in your throat. You could only look up at him, staring blankly with your mouth hung open.

“Wha... What are you doing here...?”

“I came to see you. I needed to talk to you. Immediately.” His expression was unreadable, yet his tone held the familiar hint of desperation. “I miss you. I want— No. I need you back. Nothing in this world seems right when I’m not with you. I’m not who I am without you. I need you…”

The silence that follows is unbearable.

It takes a few moments for his words to sink in. You feel your eyebrows furrow in confusion, contorting your features into a frown.

But the confusion is quickly replaced with the dreaded feeling of anger. It swiftly fills your entire soul, kindling a flame. The one emotion you tried so hard to repress, viciously engulfs your entire body.

The words that had once died in your throat, quickly resurrect and force their way out of your mouth.

You find your voice again. However, this time, it is nothing but cold and bitter.

“Lee Jeno, I love you. I’m not ashamed to say that I’m still hopelessly in love with you, because I am. But you aren’t. And that’s why I let you go.”

The floodgates were finally opened. There was no going back.

“As much as I still loved you, and as much as it killed me to accept that you didn’t return those feelings for me anymore; I let you go. Want to know why? Because your happiness means so much more than my own. I let you go because I love you so fucking much.”

Jeno stares at you with wide eyes, unable to summon a statement that could somehow ease the pain in you eyes. “I-“

“No, listen!!” Your voice begins break, unable to keep your emotions at bay. The words flow out of your mouth quicker than your mind could process. “I wanted to blame you. I wanted to hate you and resent you so badly for everything you put me through, but I couldnt. Because I still fucking love you!!”

The last statement leaves your throat raw. But you persist.

“You really got some nerve, Lee Jeno.” You laugh humorlessly at the pure audacity, before turning back to him with a renewed flame.

“You left me absolutely shattered. And I couldn’t even hate you for it. I refuse to let you hurt me again. I refuse to watch, as the love for me floods out of your eyes again. I REFUSE!!!”

Every last bit of your energy is wasted on your final words as you scream them at the top of your lungs.

The angry tears streaming out of your eyes seem endless. Your whole body trembles with pure fury as you collapse to the floor, legs giving out beneath you.

Jeno instinctively scrambles to your side, supporting your fragile form with his own.

Too weak to fight against his hold, you allow yourself to be braced by him; the touch being all too familiar for your liking.

“Why? Why are you doing this to me?” You purposely avoid his gaze as you ask, your voice impossibly faint. You’re left completely exhausted; the anger quickly transforming into pure defeat.

There’s a moment of hesitancy. You feel the sharp intake of breath that he takes before the reply is given.

“I... love you.”

Those three words that you once adored, and now despised... Those three words that had eased all your pain, but now caused your suffering...

Those three words... were no longer hollow.

He meant it again.

A chill swiftly travels down from the top of your spine to the tip of your toes, leaving you senseless.

He promptly proceeds; the hesitancy in his tone now replaced with a new-found determination.

“I love you. And not because I have to, but because I want to.” Cold fingers gently grip your chin, tilting it up to meet his gaze. “Loving you is not merely a spark. Loving you is not lust or simple desire. Loving you is a commitment. I want to wake up every day, and choose to love you.”

There’s another moment of silence; tears of regret traveling down to drip from the point of his chin.

“I’m so sorry for... everything.” He chokes back a sob as the words get caught in his throat. “I loathe myself for being the cause of all this. I will never forgive myself for hurting you and... and I completely understand if you aren’t willing to forgive me either-“

Before he could finish, you crash your lips onto his; successfully silencing his statement. Tears continue to descend both your guys’ cheeks, unable to subside from the overwhelming sense of comfort that came with being in the others’ warmth again.

You sense a familiar arm snake around your waist, pulling you deeper into the contact. Your own arms loop around his neck, absorbing the touch that you had longed for, so intensely.

You pull away from the kiss, coming face to face with the love of your life.

“You have no idea how much I missed feeling those words.” The sentence is muttered, speaking to yourself more than anyone else.

But he heard them nonetheless.

You feel his slender fingers encase either side of your face, his cool touch sending a wave of shock throughout your body. Keeping your face steady in his hands, he slowly leans his forehead against yours.

With his eyes closed and without a single waver in his voice, the words slip out again.

“I love you.”

You soak up the comfort that alluded from such simplicity.

You know that you guys aren’t perfect. Nowhere near it.

But what mattered, was that you were in each other’s hold again.

Because you loved each other...

And you meant it.

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freshouttaparsnips · 3 years

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You were a simple kind of guy.

Life decided you deserved a little bit of complexity.

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a new series of fic that im gonna work on in my spare time!! its a skeletoncest polycule, but with an added reader twist uwu

tags: Reverse Harem, polycule, Poly of Skeletons, Fontcest, Papcest, Sanscest, but there's also a reader, Slice of Life, no real plot, Tropes Babey, Series, Homelessness, Reader is homeless, Reader has a dog, Reader is FtM, reader is unnamed

read it Ao3

or read chapter 1: Meeting the Horror Fellas below!

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You were a simple kind of guy. Sure, you hadn’t meant to make this move over to the Ebbott region, it was actually on the end of the long list of places you wanted to move. But that was where your job had moved you, so that’s where you’d picked up and gone, both you and your boxer pup, Peony. She hadn’t actually minded much; there were lots of dog parks here for her to hang out in, long stretches of sidewalks just around your apartment that definitely went on just long enough for her to get the need to GO out of her system. Your job was cushy, paid enough for you to splurge a little on the weekends, for you and Peony both.

You appreciated the finer sides of living just under a mountain… at least until said mountain damn near exploded and “Monsterkind” came through.

Now, that was not to say you had anything against monsters. Not in the slightest! You weren’t from around here, you understood a little of the general bias that people had against anything new.

But when the monsters had started entering the work force, well. People on the semi-lower rungs like you? Booted to the curb without a second thought in the name of equality. You’d lost your apartment, and Peony and you had been living in your squat little Ford ever since. It was rough, but you’d been saving up to rent a trailer on the outskirts of town for a few months, and your acceptance of monsters had remained, if not hardened a little.

You weren't going to blame them for needing the essentials of living, just the same as everyone else.

Which led to where you were now, warily watching a couple of more rough looking monsters that were chatting up the tiny, blond lady that worked the front counter of the store you’d finally gotten a job at. Peony had been adopted by the owners of the store as a guard dog, the little old couple chattering on and on about how cute she was. It just meant that you were allowed to keep her with you when you were on duty, a little vest velcro’d around her with the name and logo of the store on it.

You were stocking shelves, Peony keeping an eye on the situation just like you were. The two monsters were clearly from a Fellgrounds, a few other mountains nearby that had also opened up to reveal some monster societies that had gone a little sideways. Most of them had scars, war wounds, and generally had a distrust for other people.

You felt for these monsters more than others; they had to go through extensive testing and rehabilitation to even leave their Underground, though a lot of them had passed those tests if the local news was anything to believe. You weren’t really sure what to believe much these days, but you knew that Polly up at the cash register was trans and had already dealt with a few assholes today. Monster or human, you weren’t letting it slide.

Before you could even set down your can to head up, just to make absolutely certain nothing untoward was going on, a shadow passed over you, the lights above flickering in uneasy patterns as you stood stock still. The tallest monster you’d ever seen in person was passing through the next aisle over, their skeletal head nearly scraping the ceiling as they moved silently towards Polly. Something inside of you was terrified at the sheer display of power, the intent of magic thick in the air, but even you with your limited knowledge could tell it wasn’t directed towards her.

The two monsters were staring right at him, your own eyes locked on his lanky form as he made his way silently to the very front and tilted his head. “Evening friends, are you having issues with the cash register working your cards? I had such an issue the other day, I can help walk you through the process.”

There was nothing but primal fear in their eyes as the two monsters meekly shook their heads, jerking a thumb towards the door as they left, citing their sudden need to be elsewhere. The skeleton watched them go with something like satisfaction in his eyes, and it wasn’t until then that you noticed his outfit.

A bright pink and green tracksuit covered him from neck to ankles, and a bright peach exercise band around his head that said “JOG BOY” on it. Something about it made you relax a little from the tense state you’d been in, your hands setting the cans they’d been tightly holding on their respective shelves.

It was then that you noticed that the intent from earlier was gone, and good lord, was all that just from this dude? You watched as he leaned down to see Polly better, his expression one of humble kindness. She seemed to know him, looking relieved, and you couldn’t hear their full conversation so you figured you’d ask her later just what that was all about… and if you needed to take on more shifts to make sure that people, human and monster both, weren’t harassing the workers.

You’d grown to love working at this store, what with the inclusive policies and the fact that they let Peony stay with you on shift, and you weren’t going to see anyone or anything take advantage of it.

Just as you’d turned back to your work, though, momentary worry about your coworkers abated, that intent came back, only this time it felt cold. The skeleton up front’s warning had been hot, blistering to the mind, a sheer warning of pain.

This one felt like someone had dunked you in an ice bath and was threatening to leave you that way.

“You okay there, pal? Yer looking a little white around the edges.”

The voice came from just behind, your eyes squeezing shut before you turned around and glared hard at whatever asshole was trying to start shit… only to find yourself looking at the chest of another really big monster. He was also a skeleton, but he was shorter by a few feet (even as he towered over you). He was dressed more modestly, what with a simple ratty blue jacket and a pair of gray basketball shorts, but he was wearing a small pink bracelet around his wrist. Before you could even try to guess what it meant, he was leaning toward you a little.

“Hey, you okay? Seriously, I didn’t think Paps’ magic was that strong- well. Naw, that’s a lie, it is that strong.”

You blinked, still staring up at him, when suddenly you were grasped between two boney hands, lifted up and up until you were looking into the hollow eyes of the first skeleton… Paps?

“Oh, my dear human, I haven’t broken you, have I? I can admit my intent can come off a bit… excuse the pun, but intense, to those who aren’t used to our magic signature.” Then he was squinting at you, somehow, and you felt as though your very soul was being examined. You could smell the very subtle hint of some kind of fruity cologne, which made you want to laugh hysterically; what skeleton needed to wear perfume?

“He’s probably fine, Paps. We need’a get back before Red takes off.”

“Paps” rolled his eyes, gently depositing you back on the floor where Peony was severely sniffing all over you as if looking for damage, before nodding.

“Yes, I suppose you’re correct. Human!!”

You stood at attention and he laughed, handing you a little, lime colored business card. You took it with questioning hands, peering down at it as he explained.

“This is my phone number. Please text whenever you have time and would like to have lunch, I wish to apologize for putting you through such shock.”

And with that he pat you on the shoulder, seeming not to notice as you buckled a little under the weight and headed for the front doors, the other, shorter skeleton following along behind with a snicker.

You blinked hard, before collapsing to your ass on the floor, Peony licking your face vigorously once she’d found no signs of injury. You patted her gently both to assure her and to keep her out of your face, but stared down at the card, a simple number on it from the local area.

~THE PHONE NUMBER OF THE GREAT ICHOR!~

You blinked back the tears that had been growing, of both frustration and mild fear, and huffed in pain as you made yourself get up off the floor. Polly would be worried about you, and you really needed to finish stacking these cans.

#fresh writes #undertale #fontcest #papyrus/reader #sans/reader #undertail #fluff #angst #all the good tropes

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fuckinuchihas · 3 years

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(2) can i please have something with kise i love this dork sm a noctural walking in the park in summertime would be very nice T^T people would say that im quite funny and i motivate most of them! i write too many love letters,i sometimes have an abstract and meaningful perspective of life (im annoying cause i always try to play the therapist role) chubby and VERY insecure, green eyes, gray blond hair. and I LOVE HUGS!!probably a golden retriever in after life,i think this is too long IMVERYSorry

You are so precious to me and of course you and Kise deserve a perfect love story.

Unfortunately I’m the one writing it so you’ve got this instead hahah

The first time Kise’ sees you it’s because he can’t sleep.

The game he lost most recently is weighing heavily on his conscience despite how many times his teammates have told him that it wasn’t his fault.

The loud pop of the ball against the ground causes you to look down from the sky and your gaze shifts toward the distracted boy who is getting closer without realizing it. The breeze has just a bit of a chill in it after a full warm day of summer sunshine.

‘Hey...are you okay?” you ask, but he doesn’t hear you. He just keeps dribbling the ball and walking.

It’s easy to notice he’s completely zoned out. You try again, “Hey!! Are you okay over there?”

That snapped his attention away and he glances over to you with a slight tilt of his head. “Why are you here?”

Without missing a beat you respond, “To question all of my life choices and the universe...why are you here?”

He blinks at you a few times but then softly answers, “Can’t sleep.”

“I could hug you if you want,” you reply, with a cute little chuckle. “I’m soft and fluffy. It’s honestly better than being curled up by the fireplace in the middle of winter...try it!”

He looks at you like you’ve lost your mind but doesn’t actually move closer or further away.

“Can’t hurt to give it a shot, right?” you ask, pulling yourself up off the bench and holding your arms out to him.

He looks around as if he’s suspecting it’s some sort of joke but when he doesn’t see anything out of the ordinary, other than you at least, he starts to come closer.

When he gets there, you pull him in tight and you squeeze. It’s that kind of hug that can make you forget pain, it can make you feel like you have something to hold onto after so long of relying only on yourself and Kise immediately melts into it.

He stays there a bit longer than a traditional hug before he says, “You can let go now.”

The thing is though...you’re not the one holding on as tightly anymore.

“Oh I can? That’s nice of you. I’m good though. I’ve got nowhere to be,” you say, squeezing around his waist again.

He doesn’t even attempt to pull away, he just curls into you even further.

He’s so tall, you thought he would be shorter now that you’re standing up but no, he has to almost fold himself in half but he does it to sink into your embrace.

You chuckle at his warm affection, he seems almost touch starved despite being one of the most attractive people you’ve ever seen.

“Would you like to sit down? I could play with your hair if you’d like…” you offer sweetly, and he eases out of the hug.

“Oh no sorry..I should go,” he says, and you feel a little colder without his warmth but you smile brightly and nod your head.

He gets a few feet away before he turns back to you. “Sorry, I didn’t get your name?”

“No you didn’t,” you answer with a small grin and he offers the same expression back to you before jogging away with his basketball in hand.

The next few times go quite the same.

No names, only hugs or cuddles in the park during the dead of night, only the stars and a few sparse street lamps to offer light.

One night he gets the courage to ask you why you come to the park at night, why you’re always there when he needs you.

Your response is simple enough.

Because he needs you.

He goes still and quiet after that for a while.

You’re pretty sure you’ve ruined things but you didn’t want to lie to him, that felt even worse.

He squeezes you a little harder this time when you say goodbye and part of you knows this will be the last time.

The next three nights you stargaze without company and there’s a hollow feeling digging into your chest.

Oh well, it’s not like you expected anything more than nightly cuddles anyway, right?

Who are you kidding, part of you wanted it to be something real...something more. You held back your name because you were scared and he didn’t push because he didn’t care the same way you did.

After almost a full week of being on your own at night, you decide you’ve held out long enough and it’s time to get back to your life.

The next time you see him you’re working part time at your job and your name is scrawled across the badge on your chest.

He reads it aloud, softly...almost like a prayer with wide eyes as he keeps looking from it to your face and back again.

You stay as professional as possible even though your knees are threatening to go weak and your hands are shaking quite a bit.

He finds you after the guys he was with have left. It takes everything inside of you not to reach out for him, to pull him into a hug both out of habit and sheer relief to be able to see him, and see that he’s relatively okay.

“I went back...but you weren’t there,” he blurts out, catching you completely off guard.

“I stopped going after a few days, I guess I thought you didn’t need me anymore,” you reply, forcing a smile. “Don’t worry, it’s okay that you don’t.”

“No no I-” he stops himself, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “I do though. I need you.”

Your eyes go wide and you nearly drop the very expensive glass you’re holding. Despite everything you’re feeling you are finally able to sit the thing down and you turn to him with disbelief etched in your features. “What do you mean?”

He says your name softly, like he’s still trying to get used to the feel of it in his mouth and then holds out his hand with more force. “I’m Kise Ryouta and it’s really good to meet you,” he adds, waiting until your hand is in his to continue. “Would you like to have dinner with me sometime?”

“Like as a...thank you?” you asked, clearly confused by the offer. “I don’t need any kind of like...repayment. It was just a few hugs.”

“It wasn’t just anything,” he says, taking your chin between his thumb and forefinger, lifting your head until you’re staring deeply into his golden eyes. “I’m grateful yes...but it’s more than that. You’re special to me and I would really like to take you on a date if that’s something you’d want.”

Part of you wants to make a joke, talk about it being a prank or just completely unrealistic but there’s a sincerity in his gaze that makes shocks of electric pleasure snake under your skin and you shiver because of it. “Okay…”

“Good,” he backs away, pulls a card out of his wallet and hands it over to you. “Get in touch with me when you have some free time.”

“Uh okay…” you stammer again, still a little unable to process everything that just happened.

You pull his card out a few different times throughout your shift but it’s still there and whenever you see it, you smile like an idiot but you can’t help it.

Your boss threatens to take it from you so you put it back in your pocket and finish out the day.

The minute you get home however, it’s back out and with shaky hands you shoot off a text.

Hi, it’s me…

Hey! Are you done with work now?

Yeah, why?

Would it be too much to ask you to meet me at the park?

Adrenaline courses under your veins and even though you’re incredibly tired and you have to be up reasonably early the next day, you quickly agree.

Okay sure...give me half an hour?

Take as long as you need.

You quickly get ready, as ready as you can get at least...huffing at yourself one last time as you brush past the mirror on your way out. You’re wrapped up in a warm hoodie and the best pair of jeans you own feeling nervous excitement and dread both swirling around in your gut.

When you get there, Kise is waiting on you.

He’s looking much softer than he was in the fashion week formal getup he’d had on previously and you can’t help but sigh a bit at how adorable he is.

Despite how confident he looked earlier when asking you out, he seems hesitant.

You move in closer and open your arms to him and immediately he’s burying his nose in the crook of your neck and squeezing you against him.

“Shhh it’s okay,” you say, wondering how long it’s been since he let someone hold him.

You’d think not that long given how attractive and genuine he is, but maybe you’d be wrong.

“I missed you,” he says, and you chuckle.

“You missed the hugs dude, there’s no harm in saying that,” you answer, shaking your head.

Kise pulls back immediately and looks down at you in disappointment.

“No I missed you.”

You feel heat flush your face.

“Okay,” you say, not wanting to argue with him.

“Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve been touched by someone who didn’t expect anything in return? Someone who wanted to help just for the sake of helping?” he asks, his body trembling slightly against you.

“A while I guess?”

“I honestly can’t remember the last time…”

“Oh,” you say, feeling surprised and a little sad because he deserves to be held regularly and told how amazing he is. You don’t know all the details of his life of course, but you know him, you know who he is. You have spent many nights in his arms learning about him and you’ve never once found anything less than acceptable.

“But then you were here and you just offered comfort to a stranger and I-I needed it more than I could have imagined,” he says, his hand feels so soft as it slides against your cheek.

“When you said you came here for me I-I started to feel guilty. Keeping you out after dark all night, never giving anything in return, only taking…”

“No no no, I-enjoyed the company,” you say, heat filling your cheeks even more quickly at his closeness.

“I worked through the guilt but by then you’d...given up on me.”

“Kise I’m so-”

‘No, no, don't apologize. I think it actually helped. It made me realize that you were more to me than just comfort and hugs. You…” he swallows, eyes drifting lower to your lips and back up again. “I want to stop just taking things from you. I want to give that affection and care back to you but most importantly, I want to keep you in my life. I don’t want to be without you for another day.”

“Kise you barely know me, I-this is crazy!” You say, but you’re grinning foolishly and he sees the sparkle in your eyes.

He shrugs and gives you that signature smirk, “Maybe it is, but it’s true. So…? Spend every day and every night by my side?”

“Maybe start with dinner first,” you say, chuckling but he nods in agreement.

“If you insist...but can I at least be allowed to kiss you? I’ve been thinking about nothing else for months of missing you.”

Suddenly the nerves you’d been trying to laugh away come back tenfold as you nod gently under his palm. “Okay..’

It’s soft, sweet at first but then Kise starts to pour out all of his feelings and you’re left panting breathlessly when he pulls away. “That was nice. We should do it again sometime, a lot of times..”

You just laugh at him but he takes your hand in his and you can feel that things are going to be different now.

Everything is going to be different.

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#my stuff #kel answers #not haikyuu!!#not naruto #knb #kuroko no basket #kise ryouta x reader #kise ryouta x you #love story game #my precious friends #anything for you

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wonkookiemon · 6 years

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Good Ol’Fashion Fuck (Taehyung x Reader)

MEMBER: TAEHYUNG

WORD COUNT: 3796

WARNINGS: mature content, mature language, sexual content, oral play, mild (sexual) violence so please if you are not about it don't read it, cum play, marking kink.

a/n: THIS STORY IS EXACTLY WHAT THE TITLE STATES.

Masterlist

a/N: read at your own risk cus im sparing no one XD

Horny. That's what you were at this point, horny as hell and nothing seemed to be helping. Being the player that you were you had a couple guys to choose from but not a single guy can give you what you need. They were all either vanilla or none of them knew what they were doing.

So in destress you went to the only person who might know how to solve your dilemma. Your old roommate Katya. She was by far the craziest person you know and she knew just about everybody.

“Talk to me Kiska” Katya cooed lovingly. She always knew how to make you feel loved and adored when you were with her.

“I need that good dick Katya and the guys I’m talking to right aren’t cutting it for me.” She nodded her head waiting for me to continue.

“I need a man who knows what he’s doing. I’m tired of coaching a guy into pleasuring my body, its just so tiring Katya.” you groaned sinking deeper into the couch.

“I’ll tell vyou vwhat, I know a guy-he owes me a favor so it will be free of charge”

“Wait what” you laughed getting up.

“Lets just say he knows exactly vwhat hez doing, you’ll love him Kiska”

“Are you sure?” you asked tilting your head skeptically.

“Have I ever steered you wrong Kiska?” she smirked.

“I can’t recall” You smiled back. “You’re the fucking best Kat”, you got up and tackled her with kisses.

“So where did I leave off” she asked after you settled down into her lap.

“oooh! Oh, uh-He tied your wrist to the head board” you nodded.

“Right! and after that he shoved a gag in my mouth telling me I talked to much-”

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After you spent the day with Katya she let you know on your way out that her friend agreed to the favor and he should be calling you within the next couple of hours to set everything up. It was now or never and there was no room to be ashamed of how desperate you were to be fucked at this point.

It was around nine o’clock and he still hasn't called you making you worry if this was actually going to happen tonight. That was until your phone ringed as you were eating your dinner.

Swallowing what was in your mouth you sat up straight and answered the call.

“Hello?” you said unsure but still trying to appear confident.

“Are you alone right now?” his voice low and timbre.

“ye-yeah I’m alone right now.”

“Your place or mine” he asked.

“Mine” you said without thinking.

“Okay, are you on birth control?”

“yes, do you use condoms?”

“Always” he husked out.

“My rules are simple, I know that since you are Katya’s friend you know what she’s about-” you nodded your head but realized he couldn't see you,” yes I do”

“So you can take everything I dish out. You will listen and obey. As far as my preferences go I don’t have any but remember this night is about you. I want you to pamper yourself, take a bath, you don’t shave cus I don't care. Put on something sexy for me, I want to see your body, and I want your hair behind your shoulders so I can see that pretty neck of yours is all I ask from you. Do I make myself clear?” He said with a tone full of authority and power. You were just wet hearing this man talk. you didn’t even notice the whimper that escaped your lips until the line went silent. Shit.

“Fuck.” he cursed.

“I’m sorry I jus-”

“Don’t worry princess i’ll take good care of you” he cooed softly.

“I’ll send you the address”

“-Its Taehyung by the way”

“uh- what?”

“My names Taehyung” He said confidently.

“Taehyung?” you repeated slowly.

“Just so you know who's name to scream.” you could practically hear the smirk that was on his face.

Ending the call you go up unable to finish the rest of your food you scrapped the rest in the trash and washed your dish before heading to your room. You couldn't believe this was happening. Katya is a fucking G.

Following each instruction you looked at yourself in the mirror in awe. Your outfit screamed fuck me, starting with your matching red lace bra and panty set to the see through black cami you wore over it. Finishing the look off you added tear drop diamond earings and made sure your hair was pushed back and over your shoulders.

It was now eleven o’clock so you made your way over to the living room couch to wait for his arrival. Wasn't long before you herd a knock at your door. Doubts immediately raced through your mind as you though of all the ways this could go wrong for you. ‘what if he was ugly, what if it was a scam, what if he didn’t-”

You opened the door silencing your thoughts and there was absolutely nothing that could have prepared you for the sight.

Taehyung stood towering over your small frame. His hair long and in a beautiful mess that hung over his brown eyes and flowed down to the end of his neck. Which drew your attention to his structured jaw and sculpted nose and his plush lips. He looked just as edible in his loose fitted dress pants and exotic button up.

“Are you gonna keep staring or are you going to let me in?” Taehyung smirked.

“Oh? Sorry” you laughed nervously. Stepping out the way you watched him as he went past the frame and into your house. Looking over his shoulder he smiled before taking off his shoes and placing them next to the shoe wrack.

“Thank you, most people think its for fun display”

“I totally get it” Taehyung said while looking around your house.

“Would you like anything to drink” You asked walking over to the kitchen.

“Bring to glasses of water to your bedroom, I’ll met you there” You could tell by his tone that he wasn't asking you to do this but he was commanding you to. You then thought of the words he said to you over the phone. ‘Listen and obey”.

Making your way to your room with two glasses of water you froze when you caught a glimpse of Taehyung standing in the middle of the room with his arms crossed and his eyes dark with arousal. Quickly you went in and placed the glasses on the bedside table and made your way back in front of him.

You stared at your feet out of respect for his authority.

“Good girl” He praised making your heart swell.

“Mhmm you like being called my good girl don't you?” Taehyung spoke softly. His hand caressed your cheek affectionately.

“Yes sir I do” you answered confidently.

“Who trained you” he asked taking your chin and lifting it up so you could meet his gaze.

“Uh, no one sir” you breathed out.

“You know what I am?”

“Yes, sir I do”

“Kneel”

You dropped to your knees and awaited his next command. Your heart was basically beating out of your chest at the sexual anticipation that clued through your brain.

“Mhmm so pretty kneeling at my feet” Taehyung smiled while kneading his fingers in your hair.

“What's you’re safe word?” He asked letting go of your hair.

“Blue”

“Take off my pants” Taehyung ordered. You’ve never been more excited to follow each command given.

Jumping at the task you scooted closer and let your hands graze over his thighs earning you as soft moan from his lips. Inching your hands to his crotch, looking up you made sure to look up at Taehyung who in return looked at you with his half lidded gaze. Your bottom lip caught in your mouth at how sexy he looked from this angle. Keeping eye contact you took his belt from the loops of his pants and proceeded to undo the zipper on his pants.

Wanting to take in the sight you broke your gaze and proceeded to look down at the angry bulge pulsating through his tight briefs. Licking your soft lips you hooked your fingers on either side of his briefs and slowly pulled down the fabric. You watched in awe as you caught the sight of his full length, you couldn't help the whine that escaped your lips when you saw how big and engorged the head of his cock was.

Surprising yourself you licked a longs strip on the underside of his cock and wrapped your tongue around his leaking head.

“Fuck you’re soo dirty” Taehyung choked out.

Finding no use for teasing, knowing you needed to please him in order for him to give you what you needed. You took him fully in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down before pulling off using your hands to spread the moisture from your mouth down the length of his cock. Looking at him once more he looked down at you looking pissed as fuck.

“Hands behind your back” He growled hitting your cheek with the palm of his soft hands.

“Did I do something wrong” you asked panicked.

“Who told you to fucking speak?” Taehyung growled making you shut your mouth quickly.

“Open that smart mouth of yours”

Following his instruction you slowly opened your mouth, only for it to be filled as Taehyung harshly thrusted his length down your throat causing you to gag. You looked up at him with water eyes as he continued to abuse your throat with is head hung back in pleasure. He kept letting out these animalistic growls and grunts each time you hollowed your cheeks. With a pop he wrapped his hands around his cock and stroked it over your flushed face.

“Get on your back” Taehyung spoke pointing to the bed.

Doing as you were told you brought your body to the headboard of your bed and waited for his next command.

Curiously you watched as he picked up a brief case and set I on the bed. You almost opened your mouth to ask but Taehyung glared in your direction as if to warn you to keep your mouth shut. He pulled out one of the biggest vibrators you’ve ever seen and he placed It on the bed. Surely he didn't think you were dumb enough to use something that he used on other women. You were just about ready to say your safe word till he spoke up.

“I just bought it before I came here kitten no need to worry, I have the receipt” He smirked knowingly. Nodding your head for him to continue you watched as he put the briefcase down on the floor and got on the bed. His body hovering over you as he took the time to look at you up and down.

“Mine” Taehyung growled looking into your eyes possessively. You could feel your vagina soak at the statement. Your whole body arched up inviting him to touch you were you needed the most.

“Tell me what you want” he husked out.

“Please touch me” You begged shamelessly.

“You’ve been such a good girl so far, I’ll give you what you want this time but if you cum without permission that will be your last orgasm for the night. You need to earn this dick” Taehyung looked straight into your eyes as he said this with a smirk. His hand began to trail from your hips down to the inside of your wet thighs.

“The fact that you got so wet just from sucking me off makes me want to fuck you.”

You gasped when his slender hands ran up and down your slick folds. The sensual caress drove you insane and you couldn't hold back the sounds coming from your flushed lips.

Taehyung continued his ministrations slowly adding one finger knuckle deep inside your tight pussy. Your needy body practically sucked his finger straight in as if one wasn't enough. Your hips met the thrust of his finger searching for more friction making him chuckle at how desperate you were.

Again giving you more Taehyung added two more of his fingers completely filling you up. Grabbing his wrist in shock you looked up at him as his began to pick up the pace. “Oh gawd” You screamed when he continued to hit your g-spot, your body sank back into the sheets and your eyes rolling to the back of your head in pleasure.

“Please more” you found yourself screaming out unable to hold back your greedy lust filled desires. The pleasure was taking over you and your body was now aware of everything that was going on, from Taehyungs sexy concentrated look as he watched his fingers pleasure you with his hair hung over his dark eyes, to the pool of arousal that covered your thighs and his fingers. Your hear was beating so fast you could practically feel it in your throat. You wanted to cum- No you needed to cum that it took every bone in your body to keep you from doing so.

“Let me cum” you yelled out.

“Ask nicely you bitch” Taehyung growled and before you know it your body completely started to spaz out. Taehyung was fingering you with one hand and with the other he placed the rotating vibrator to your swollen clit. Your body tried to move away from the oversimulation he was giving you but he held your body down with his thighs, making sure you had no way of escaping.

Putting all pride aside you looked up at Taehyungs heated gaze, “Please let me cum Sir”

Tilting his head to the side observing the way you squirmed and moaned because of the pleasure he was giving you made him nearly bust in his pants. How could he not grant you your orgasm?

“Cum”

Your whole body shook at the power of pleasure coursing through your body. Your pussy gripped tightly around Taehyungs fingers as he let your ride out your orgasm. He took his hands out and slowly rubbed the vibrator over your abused pussy. It was probably the most hottest thing you’ve ever seen when he stopped his actions to suck the mess you made on his hands.

“Mhmm fuck you taste good.” he groaned smiling. Still in the aftershock of your orgasm you could barely move let alone form a complete thought, all you could do was look at him in awe.

“Drink all of your water, I want you face down ass up by the time I get back” Taehyung smacked your pussy possessively making you squirm.

Taehyung then left your room and you did the best you did to crawl over your bedside where you placed the two cups. Your body ached deliciously as your swallowed down the water. As you regained consciousness you started to think of where Taehyung went in your apartment. He could honestly rob you for all you cared with the orgasm he just gave you. This man could take anything he wants. You chuckled to yourself at your ludicrous thoughts.

“What's soo funny?” Taehyung came in with a hidden smile.

“Oh-uh nothing” You smiled back at him in the position.

“Face forward” Taehyung wiped the smile off his face and replaced it with a dark yet blank expression.

All laughs aside you faced forward sighing as you felt his warm hands caress the globes of your ass, trailing up to the arch of your lower back he stopped when his hand reached your neck.

“Such a beautiful body” he murmured to himself. Gripping your neck he pulled your body up till your back was pressed against his chest and his hard cock against your ass.

“This is just you and me now baby, I want to feel every inch of your body. You have my permission”

“Your permission to do what Taehyung?” you asked knowing the scene you did before was well over.

“To cum as many times as you want cus I’m not going to stop fucking you. Not even if you beg me to.” He said darkly into your ear before he slowly entered you. Gripping your throat tightly Taehyung waited patiently as you adjusted to the size of his cock. Taehyung pushed himself further up going balls deep inside your pussy, the stretch hurt yet through the pain you couldn't help but be turned on.

“You can move” You choked out.

Moving his hands from your throat Taehyung grasped your hips and began to thrust slowly into you. The friction of his warm hard cock rubbing the insides of your walls caused ripples of pleasure to go though your body. Your back arched into his the quicker his pace got and his thrust were no longer gentle.

“Fuck, you feel so good” Taehyung moaned into your neck. His lips sucking bruises into your soft skin. All that came from your lips were the soft moans and whines of pleasure. The louder you got the harder he fucked you. By now you could barely hold yourself up right, sensing this Taehyung lowered your body. Steadying himself he held onto your hips and continued to thrust. At this angle he was able to go even deeper in your heat making him moan at the way your pussy gripped him tightly.

Wanting to hit a new angle Taehyung flipped you over while still being fully buried in you, raised both your legs till they were over his broad shoulders. He began hitting your g-spot over and over with no mercy giving you your second orgasm of the night.

“Ohhh shitt that's it” Taehyung cried out as he came hard. His head dropped into the crook of your neck biting hard as he rode out his orgasm.

Pulling out Taehyung slide out of the condom and threw it in the bin beside your bed. He grabbed another condom from the bedside and ripped it open with his teeth before placing it on his still very erect cock.

“How are you still soo hard?” you asked amazed looking at him through heavy lids.

“I haven't had sex in a while” Taehyung shrugged crawling over to you. He switched positions so that you hovered over his built frame.

“How long is a while” peered at him observing his handsome face.

“two months” Taehyung bit his lower lips unconsciously. Your eyes traveled to his plump pink lips then back up to his eyes where he met your gaze. You lowered your head to hover your lips over his.

“Round three?” You whispered over his lips. Without words he thrusted into you gripping the back of your neck and hips. The slow grind rhythm the two of you created simultaneously moving your bodies together was pushing his cock deeper and deeper. You honestly didn't think you could cum another time, the over simulation caused such a painful build up your body collapsed over Taehyung who took over but grabbing your hips and rolling them over his hard cock.

‘Taehyung I don’t think I can-” You panted into his sweaty chest.

“Yes-you-can” he thrusted faster and pushed his hand in between your bodies and rubbed your abused clit till you screamed in his chest.

“Taehyung” you moaned in blissful agony.

“That's is, cum all over my cock” He growled. Your vision blurred your body came undone shaking at the force of your orgasm. You didn't even notice Taehyung cum again till you came to and saw Taehyung throw his head back in pleasure as he moaned your name over and over. It was by far the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. When he came too a lazy smirk came over his handsome flushed face.

“you’re fucking amazing” Taehyung closed his eyes. He looked so content considering the fact that he was still inside you. “I don't think I can move, if I’m being honest with you.”

“Mhmmm look at the mess you made” Taehyung opened his eyes and glanced down between you.

Gathering up strength you looked down and gasped. “When did I-” you looked up embarrassed.

“When I was rubbing your clit you blacked out and uh-

“-squirted all over your chest?” you finished his sentence burring your head in his neck.

“Yeah, that” He chuckled.

“I’m so-”

“Don't be, really that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen” Taehyung smiled softly. It was such new look on him compared to the way he was looking at you while you fucked.

“you ready to get out of me” you asked amused he was till keeping this up.

“who said I was done with you?” Taehyung looked down at you through thick lashes.

“I seriously don't thing I can take anymore Taehyung” You said shakily.

“Remember I said this was all about you today baby” Getting up you moaned as He slid out of your oversensitive pussy causing you both to groan at the exit.

Putting the condom away Taehyung slid down in between your thighs and looked up at you. “Lets get you cleaned up huh-” he smirked before placing his lips around your swollen clit.

“No-ohhhhh mother fucker” you screamed.

“its not my name bitch” Taehyung hissed rubbing your clit with his thumb.

“Taehyung please” You cried out, unable to move from the painful pleasure.

“That's it baby” you should see the way your pussy is clenching on nothing, you don't even know how badly your pussy is begging to be fucked again.” Taehyung snickered.

“I can’t come another time please Taehyu-”

Your words were cut short by the guttural scream you let out as Taehyung pushed two fingers in your pussy, pumping in and out relentlessly.

“That's it baby cum for me” Taehyung then latched his mouth on your clit once more kickstarting your fourth orgasm of the night. Puling his fingers out of you Taehyung planted gentle kisses in your inner thighs and trailed his kisses up your body, till he reached your lips.

“Now I’m done” He smiled kissing you softly you could barely feel the pressure of his lips on your own.

“I’ll be right back” He kissed you once more before making his way to your bathroom.

At this point this all felt like a great dream and you were soo fucked out you couldn't even make out Taehyung’s figure as he cleaned up your body with a warm towel.

“You did so well” Taehyung cooed softly. Getting back on the bed with you he pulled the bedsheets and covered the both of your bodies.

“Did you turn off the lights” You mumbled half asleep.

“Course I did, get some sleep. You’ll need if for the morning”

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me” you whined.

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hiii

do you know about any looong slowburn sterek fics preferably with smut? optional magic stiles👀

hehe thank you❤️

Hi anon. @kevaaronday made this list for you.

That was a bad word. Not found.

Have.

One of the others had come up behind him while he hadn’t been paying attention, and his vision began to swim even as his eyes caught sight of the half-empty syringe the guy was holding.

Put Down in Words by paintedrecs (31/31 | 203,776 | Mature | Sterek) “Oh,” Stiles said, his voice coming out low and breathy, “fuck me.”

“I don’t think that’s on the syllabus, but we can check to see if there’s a spot open in any of his classes,” Scott said, grinning.

It's going to suck.

A scoff. “What? Have reunion sex?”

He shrugs. “It's been four years.”

Strip by Fessst (23/23 | 117,194 | Explicit | Sterek) "Singletail whip. Your favorite, isn't it?"

"What's your safeword?"

Red.

"Stiles?"

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I’m in awe of this blog and the amazing people that run it!! Do you know of any Sterek fics where Scott is a bad friend to Stiles and so he spends more time with the Hale pack/Derek? I read one a long time ago on AO3 where Scott walks in on Sterek and he gets mad but I can’t remember what it was called

I sure do!

The only thing I know, came from dreaming. by gunsknivesandplaid

(1/? I 4,660 I Mature I Lydia/Jackson/Stiles)

Stiles just wants to Leave the city where ghosts of his past follow him, He walks right into his soul mate. Problem is he doesn't think he deserves this literal magical phenomenon. Wants to just ignore it, because he's not ever going to get a real break from the chaos. Will He be proven wrong? Will he let himself fall, with the chance of being hurt again?

Stop Crossing Oceans by greenleaf

(1/1 I 11,654 I Mature I Sterek)

“There are no absolutes, Scott! No hard rights or hard wrongs! The world doesn’t fucking work that way and we can’t afford to think like that, because people are going to die! We signed up for that the moment we got involved with all this!”

“We? We?” Scott hisses. “Don’t you think you? Don’t forget that you’re the one who dragged us into that forest the night it all started, Stiles. So if it’s anyone’s fault, it’s yours.”

Something inside Stiles cracks, so strong and so deep that he practically hears it.

(Actually) Magic Bullet by orphan_account

(1/1 I 2,020 I Teen I Sterek)

It wasn't like Stiles was about to saw off his own mate's arm, Jesus...

He used magic instead; of course, magic required a slightly more...hands-on approach. If Derek wanted to include a little makeout session, well. Stiles wasn't complaining.

How Derek’s Brain Works by Warlock_Nerd

(15/18 I 25,934 I Teen I Sterek)

After looking at Derek’s childhood medical file, Stiles finds out that Derek was diagnosed with Autism at the age of eight. So in Stiles Stilinski fashion, he dives into research on how to help understand Derek’s condition and also help Derek understand it himself.

Glowing eyes by 0809m

(16/? I 37,852 I Teen I Sterek)

"If you accept it, the bite will take. Someone so loyal like you, with so much will, you're born to be like this Stiles." Derek says.

Stiles stays in silence a big amount of time. He really wants this, as much as he would like to think, he can't protect himself and he can't count with Scott, not anymore. He wants this.

"Do it." He says, no trace of doubt in his voice.

stuck in reverse by crazyassmurdererwall (smartalli)

(1/1 I 65,656 I Explicit I Sterek)

Look, Derek is the worst. Everyone knows that. Their fearless leader is a total and complete failwolf.

Which means the rest of them? Are kind of the worst too. They’re a ramshackle, slap dashed, sorry excuse for a pack that’s about a half second away from getting one of them killed. And this is a problem, because Stiles would really like to survive high school. Thanks.

Still, nobody deserves what Derek has gone through. Nobody.

And it’s about time somebody told him that.

The Overlooked by HarleyJQuin

(32/32 I 108,266 I Mature I Stackson)

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hii do you know any fics wgere the sheriff calls derek son or treats him like one??

Yeah!

Denial by thejoyfulfox for CurlzAbound

(1/1 I 4,924 I General I Sterek)

Scott thinks they're flirting. Isaac's betting on Derek sniffing him. The Sheriff thinks they're dating. Erica and Boyd are rooting for them. Derek's waiting for him to figure it out.

Stiles is the only one in denial.

light returning by lilysaid

(1/1 I 32,993 I Explicit I Sterek)

Derek skips town just after the Nogitsune. When he realizes his mistake, he sets off to find Stiles, make amends, and keep his feelings for Stiles hidden. Two out of three isn't bad.

Pining, bed sharing, highly-suspect platonic touching, and shameless adoration of Derek's beard.

Love Don't Die by Finduilas

(1/1 I 33,459 I Explicit I Sterek)

Derek is nine years old when he discovers the gift that he's been given. A gift that he didn't necessarily ask for. Derek can touch dead things and bring them back to life. But not without consequences and conditions, many of which are heartbreaking.

Many years later, his path crosses that of his childhood sweetheart, Stiles, in very unfortunate circumstances. But now, Derek's gift gives him the power to save Stiles. And damned be the consequences.

The New Normal by midnightcas

(27/27 I 63,392 I Teen I Sterek)

After Stiles gets hurt...again, Derek puts him on the metaphorical supernatural bench. Meanwhile, Stiles tries to have a normal life and make normal friends. But when a new pack comes to town and the Hales start getting threats, things start to get a little....not normal.

AND

@npgirardog and @hokee101 suggested this one!

Sharing Food by aussiebee

(2/2 I 9,564 I Explicit I Sterek)

"Sharing food with another human being is an intimate act that should not be indulged in lightly." ― M.F.K. Fisher

Derek is pretty much absorbed into the Stilinski family, one meal at a time.

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Do you guys have any stories where Derek is the alpha of the pack, but stiles is really the one in charge, like he's the alpha mate, or the emissary and every one listens to him.

Yeah.

To Find Your Home by adara

(1/1 I 14,905 I Teen)

The wind shifts just as he is is about to lay into the trespassers for disturbing this place, this private property, the place where Laura took her last breaths. Alone. The place he had come to look for his own clues in the daylight, to say goodbye to the only family he really had left. His breath catches for an altogether different reason when the shifted breeze reaches him. He stops thinking about Laura for a moment as his brain simply shuts down, taking in the sight of his mate before him.

The More That I Know You (the more I want to) by LadySlytherin

(1/1 I 43,656 I Mature)

When death, in the form of hunters, comes for a family of Kelpies seeking refuge in the Preserve - in Hale territory - the Hale Pack is too late to save them. Before he dies, the male Kelpie presses a precious bundle into Stiles’ arms and begs the Emissary to take responsibility for it, which an initially reluctant Stiles does. When he agreed, Stiles had no idea what the sight of him with a baby would do to his esteemed Alpha, Derek. If he’d known, he might not have been so reluctant to agree.

Came For The Spark, Stayed For The Flame by orphan_account

(15/15 I 54,091 I Mature)

Derek felt the panic build up in his chest as Jezebel held out a hand. He smelled it before he saw it, because who could forget the scent of what destroyed your life? Fire and spark and smoke curled from Jezebel's hands, and the wood stacked at Stiles' feet flared up.

When Stiles and Derek get bonded as Emissary-and-Alpha, hidden attractions become a lot harder to hide, secrets are kept and secrets are surfaced, and an evil teenage girl is planning even more ritualistic sacrifice.

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Must Read Fics

I asked, ya'll answered. Here's the list. More under the cut cause it's long. Enjoy.

@lovesouthernsweettea

Play Crack the Sky by WeAreTheCyclones

(23/23 I 122,787 I Mature I Sterek)

Excerpt from “Hale Pulls the Plug on the Future of Rock,” Rolling Stone, Issue 1203 – Oct. 2014 “Fans and music industry vets alike are left reeling in the wake of bassist Derek Hale’s sudden departure from Smokes for Harris. At a time when the foursome from Beacon Hills, California seems to be on the cusp of rock superstardom after just one double platinum record, Smokes has everything to lose.”

Excerpt from “Smokes for Harris: Gladiator,” SPIN.com – Feb. 2015 “Smokes for Harris gives in a little to the pop punk of yesteryear in their sophomore effort, but rather than pandering to fans of a lost era they elevate the genre in a way that hasn’t been seen in quite some time. Frontman Stiles Stilinski works double duty as singer and primary songwriter and proves that he can handle the task even without former bassist Derek Hale."

@dereles

Safety in Silence by Survivah

(5/5 I 66,901 I Mature I Sterek)

It's perfectly understandable. Even Derek wouldn't want to be Derek's soulmate.

@ceriat

The Moon's Gonna Follow Me Home by turningterrific

(2/2 I 82,866 I Explicit I Sterek)

Derek doesn’t want to call the window repair guy. He doesn’t want to sweep up the glass. He’ll inevitably miss a few shards and pull them out of the bottom of his bare feet for weeks.

He doesn’t want to try to make this place feel like home when it isn’t.

Derek stayed in Beacon Hills and tried to make it work because he wanted pack, wanted purpose. He gave his best effort and found himself back where he started: alone, with a few begrudging allies. He’s tired, and even though his werewolf body heals quickly, he feels the weary ache down to his center.

He packs his car with the few things he cares about enough to drag them from place to place. He locks the loft and calls a realtor about listing the building he’d bought in a misguided attempt to secure a future.

And then he leaves.

@kitchenisking

A Desperate Arrangement by mikkimouse

(29/29 I 115,506 I Explicit I Sterek)

"I'm sorry, I believe there's something wrong with my hearing," Stiles said. "Because I could have sworn you just told me you set up a betrothal agreement with the Hales. A betrothal agreement involving me. Me."

Scott smiled his easygoing smile and nodded, which told Stiles no, he hadn't misheard a damn thing.

After seven years of lengthy negotiations, the treaty between the Hales and the Argents has fallen apart and the two countries fell into war.

Months later, there's an uneasy truce, thanks to the intervention of King Scott McCall, but it won't last. In a desperate attempt to maintain the peace, the Hales sign a treaty with the McCalls to marry Prince Derek to Prince Stiles Stilinski, King Scott's brother.

In the history of the world, there have been many better ideas.

@minmu

It's Insanity, but... by rosepetals42

(12/12 I 79,678 I Mature I Sterek)

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