#and there's days when the normal babysitters are all busy and stiles is out on a case

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Where Our Story Begins

@fear-frost | AO3 | This is not precisely what you asked for, but I hope you’ll enjoy it either way, I definitely enjoyed writing it :)

Explicit (though this only applies to part VI)

It all started with the kelpie even if that wasn’t what it was.

I

It all started with the kelpie.

Well, to be precise it all started back when he was 16 and had dragged Scott into the woods, but considering the clusterfuck that had turned out to be – with kanimas and evil grandpas not to mention the animosity between them all and whatnot – Stiles usually tended to ignore those few years when telling the story.

So – it started with the kelpie. And whatever was a kelpie even doing in a goddamn forest in the first place, is what Stiles would very much like to know. Or, he would have if he wasn’t just a little preoccupied fricking drowning! But he was, so he missed what had probably been an epic battle of the pack taking down the ginormous horse creature only to come to on an all too familiar (and all too cold, too) steel table, looking up into the alpha’s worried eyebrows. Admittedly all of Derek is probably worried but his eyebrows seem to be the only part of him actually willing to admit it.

Turns out the kelpie isn’t as much dead

“It wasn’t a kelpie, Stiles,” Lydia snaps at him. “Then what was it?” he asks, mind already going in a million different directions trying to remember every bit of lore he’s ever read concerning either horse-like creatures or creatures wanting to drown some poor, unsuspecting guy minding his own business. Every thought comes to a screeching halt when a heavy hand lands on the nape of his neck and this sort of calm just washes over him. “We don’t know,” Derek grumbles.

as it had just made a strategic retreat in the light of being massively outnumbered; though why it would isn’t very clear considering nothing the pack did had seemed to do any sort of permanent damage, but Stiles isn’t really in the mood for analyzing the reasoning of some unknown entity when it’s suddenly decided that he should have a babysitter.

“I can take care of myself,” he says, outraged that his best friend would throw him under the bus like that. Derek’s gone back to his usual blank expression and Stiles can’t help but wonder if maybe he’d imagined the worry in the first place. Even now after saving each other’s lives several times, making Jackson into a real wolf and getting rid of aforementioned evil grandpa; after prying Boyd, Erica and – surprisingly – Cora Hale from the clutches of the alpha pack (and disposing of them – permanently), Stiles sometimes get the feeling that Derek doesn’t like him, only tolerate his presence in the pack because he’s kind of a prerequisite for Scott staying.

Then there are times where Stiles will unexpectedly turn his head and catch Derek staring at him with something close to fondness in his eyes, times when Derek ducks his head and Stiles is almost a hundred percent certain there’s a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth brought forth by whatever Stiles was doing or saying at the time. Those times Stiles can’t stop his heart from beating a little faster or his palms getting a little sweatier or his mind drifting off into a pleasant daydream, one he’s usually rudely brought out of again by Erica’s snickering and Lydia rolling her eyes while everybody else simply ignore him.

II

Things are once again quiet when they finally mange to get rid of the kelpie

“Still not a kelpie, Stiles,” Lydia says though her voice has the resigned tone of someone who has given up on making the person they’re talking to see reason.

not that any of them really know how, in the end they had simply thrown anything they could think of at the creature and at some point it had sort of just vanished with a ‘plop’ and the smell of rotting flowers. It meant they didn’t have to stay and deal with the corpse and could get the hell away from the stench quickly; small blessings and all that. It also meant that things could get back to normal especially with Derek going back to his own home rather than staying at the Sheriff’s house (so, Stiles had moved back home after college, that’s hardly a crime), and Stiles resolutely did not miss sharing space with the werewolf.

But though things had quieted down considerably since those horrible high school years where it’d felt like they were battling a new monster every week, the Nemeton still attracts the occasional creature so it’s hardly a surprise when the siren shows up. Not that they take one look at the new barista in town and go all body snatcher screechy on her, but when the dust settles on that particular fiasco the pack give each other knowing looks before going off to somewhere that isn’t the house where Derek and Stiles are yelling at each other.

-

It had been a perfectly ordinary Monday. As the newest deputy in Beacon Hills, Stiles was the one tasked with getting the coffee for the rest of the station; a task he’d gleefully accepted as it meant his dad wouldn’t be getting any of those sugary concoctions he’d been drinking at work with the excuse that they were called coffee. As always Stiles had his eyes on his phone and just made his way to the counter where he rattled of the usual order, knowing full well that Edith Wilson had had it written down since before Stiles was born; Beacon Hills sheriff’s department was nothing if not dependable.

It’s the chuckle that has him snap his head up, eyes going wide in shock because if that’s Mrs. Wilson then he would very much like to know where the Fountain of Youth is located these days. There’s something familiar about the woman, both her looks, voice and laugh strikes a chord of recognition in him though he’s certain he’s never laid eyes on her before in his life. He shakes the unsettling feeling and with an awkward chuckle apologizes before repeating the order in a significantly slower tempo giving her time to enter it all on the register.

He’s pleasantly surprised when, while making the different coffees, she strikes up a conversation. Stiles may have gotten more control over his tongue since leaving his teens, but he’s still a proficient rambler and it’s always nice to have a captive audience. The woman smiles and laughs at all the right places, even manages to put in a few questions or remarks of her own, and soon Stiles has forgotten that feeling of having seen her before, engrossed in their conversation as he is.

It’s a few weeks later when he’s doing his grocery shopping and a woman who seems familiar comes up to him and starts talking as if they’re old friends. He spends far too long trying to place her – all his high school friends are in the pack, the ones he made in college are half a country away from Beacon Hills, and Stiles never really was good at making new friends in the first place, which means he could point out every single one of those he do call friends even if it was pitch black inside the store – and at long last his silence make her close her mouth seconds before a sheepish smile stretches her lips, a blush rising on her cheeks that wasn’t there before.

“You don’t remember me,” she says as she laughs a little shyly. Stiles sees no need to argue her statement even if he’s beginning to feel a little bad about it.

“I’d forgotten how different you look without the uniform.” Her smile has lost some of the sheepishness even if Stiles isn’t really any closer to figuring out who she is.

“I’m Kereda. Your friendly neighborhood barista!? And you’re the cop with the funny name who laughs at my lame ass jokes every morning.” By now there’s something hopeful in her expression and Stiles finally recognizes the woman who’s taken over for Mrs. Wilson while the elderly lady is recovering from a broken hip, and as recognition sparks it feels natural to send her a smile in answer to hers and stretch out his hand.

“Yeah, of course,” he chuckles. “And you’re right, it’s like Clark Kent and the glasses.” She laughs and before Stiles is sure what happened he finds himself at the diner, curly fries and milk shake in front of him as he and Kereda are talking the hours away. He’s dimly aware of a phone ringing continuously but it’s all lost in the kaleidoscope of the woman’s eyes; a shiver runs through him as if the temperature has suddenly dropped and out the corner of his eye he sees… no, that can’t be right, how can there be a fifteen foot tree in a diner in Beacon Hills?

Stiles focuses on Kereda’s face – the skin too smooth and with the wrong hue; eyebrows too light and too thin – watches her mouth move, he can’t make out the words but the voice is wrong, something he can’t reconcile with the face before him. And then he hears it, other voices calling his name, howls echoing through the air making it through the fog in his head and he groans when he realizes he’s in the preserve getting dragged towards the lake where he’d nearly drowned barely three months ago.

His wrist is held in an iron grip and though he’s nowhere near as scrawny as he was at sixteen he’s still human and Kereda clearly isn’t, no matter what he tries it’s impossible to get her grip to loosen in the slightest as the steadily nears the edge of the water. The tips of his shoes have almost breached the surface when Derek barrels into the woman claws and teeth out reaching for anything to tear at. There’s a slight hesitation, a fraction of a second as if she thinks it’s not worth the effort but then she lets go of Stiles and turns to meet the threat head on.

The rest of the pack soon descends upon her but not until Stiles has seen the human melt away to be replaced by something that essentially resembles an oversized, beach ball with orange and yellow fur and long, snake like limbs ending in something that might be blades – they leave shallow wounds on the wolves that soon close up again. It’s over almost as soon as it began, Isaac and Boyd dragging the now very dead siren away from the lake presumably to get rid of it while Derek stalks towards Stiles, the wolf receding and with the return of his eyebrows the disapproval is clear on his face.

Stiles opens his mouth to say something in his own defense, but it’s lost in an indignant squawk as Derek bends and lifts him bridal style carrying him off in the direction of the pack house, the others following quietly.

The ensuing screaming match reaches epic proportions, even if Stiles loses on points when he trips over the last step on the stairs; Derek’s chuckle accompanies him all the way to his dreams.

III

The fairy isn’t Stiles’ fault; he’d like everybody to know that. The tiny terror had shown up on the full moon, thrown some sort of dust at Derek, cackled manically and said something that involved a lot of chirping noises nobody could make sense of, before it was gone as abruptly as it had shown up.

Not that anybody was scrambling to find the thing as they were all staring at the alpha and trying to shield their ears from the horrible sound of 206 bones breaking to morph into a different shape. Once the last crack sounds where Derek was just seconds ago there is now a gigantic, black wolf, its eyes a blazing red amidst all the dark fur.

There’s no sound, as if the entire forest is holding its breath; even the wind has stopped blowing and all they can hear is the memory of the leaves rustling and the blood rushing in their veins. As if by agreement it’s Stiles who takes a step forward, reaching his hand towards the wolf, his voice a higher pitch than usual when he says a single word.

“Derek?”

The wolf tilts its head as if wondering why anybody would ask such a silly question and then there’s a tongue slobbering all over Stiles’ hand.

“Okay then,” he says, wiping his hand on his pants with a look of disgust on his face; nostrils flaring when Jackson snorts a laugh at him.

“Screw you…” he starts but is cut off by Derek growling and flashing his teeth at the beta until he bares his throat and takes a few steps back. Puzzled Stiles files the interaction away to be looked at when Derek’s back to his usual self. He takes out his phone and shoots of a quick text to Lydia letting her know what has happened asking her if she could maybe try and get some answers from Deaton. It’s not that Stiles wouldn’t enjoy dragging the cryptic man from his sleep; it’s just that experience has taught him Lydia is far better at getting answers from the man than Stiles is. Then he tells the pack he’s going to head back to the house and start looking through the bestiary and see if there are any answers there.

He leafs through the books in Derek’s library, Peter’s laptop and his personal copy of the Argent bestiary. There’s nothing anywhere to suggest what the fairy had done to Derek or why and aster hours of research with nothing to show for it Stiles falls asleep in the chair he’s sitting in, bend over the desk and with his head resting on the book he took from the shelf two minutes earlier.

Stiles doesn’t even stir when Boyd carries him upstairs and puts him to bed, doesn’t react when the bed dips and a warm body snuggles closer. He sleeps undisturbed, his arms wrapped around a body that at some point loses its canine shape leaving Stiles and Derek to sleep in each other’s arms.

IV

The harpy infestation is nothing but a minor footnote: unpleasant for sure and not something any of them hope happens again, but a footnote nonetheless. The omega who crosses the border three days later, however, is an entire different story.

For starters because it decides to kidnap Scott.

Stiles and Scott had made plans to veg out on the couch playing video games just like they used to before werewolves became something that turned out to be real. It’s a day just for the two of them, no talk of pack or Allison or Derek. So when his best friend isn’t obnoxiously ringing the bell at nine in the morning Stiles knows something is wrong.

Not much has happened since the morning he woke up in Derek’s bed and had snuck out while the man was still asleep, but seeing as that’s months ago maybe they should’ve all been prepared for something to happen soon. He calls Allison, hoping that Scott has simply forgotten their appointment and gotten lost in her dimples (it has happened before); she calmly tells him that Scott had left at eight like he always does when it’s “bro-day”, her voice quivering slightly as she tells him to pick her up on his way to the pack house, she’ll text the others to meet there, too.

The jeep’s the last car to pull up, the pack already gone trying to pick up Scott’s scent. Stiles makes tea, figuring both he and Allison are too keyed up to need coffee right now and Lydia’s on some weird cleanse or diet or something (he’s stopped paying attention to these things, it comes with being her friend rather than her stalker) and only drinks this foul smelling thing; he sticks to jasmine for his and Allison’s though.

It’s noon before the door opens and Derek’s standing there in a pair of running shorts and a sweaty wife beater, making Stiles forget to be worried, at least until he opens his mouth.

“We found blood between your house and the Sheriff’s,” he says, but before his audience has time to panic he thankfully continues.

“It’s just a drop or two, and even if it’s definitely Scott’s it’s not something to worry about.”

Which Stiles is inclined to believe, after all he’s seen his friends practically hemorrhaging their internal organs and they’re still here. He does know about nasty things like vaporized wolfsbane though, so he’s not ready to relax just about yet. As if reading his mind Derek’s suddenly looking him right in the eyes.

“There’s the scent of another werewolf, omega most likely, but nothing else.”

And just like that Stiles feels like he can breathe again.

Derek drives while Allison and Stiles are clinging to each other both worried about Scott but hopeful they’re going to get him back in one piece. The car slows down once they reach the part of town with all the abandoned warehouse, and when it finally stops Derek wordlessly orders them out and motions for them to follow him. About 500 yards away the rest of the pack joins them just before they reach one of the larger buildings.

It’s dark inside and Stiles holds tight onto Derek’s top, knowing the wolf will make sure he doesn’t trip over anything or walk into a wall or something equally noisy. It doesn’t take long, though, to get Scott and his abductor in view. The stranger’s talking but his voice too low for Stiles to make out the words, but the sight of his clawed hands confirms the suspicion that he’s a werewolf so Stiles reaches for the chain around his neck from which hangs a small vial filled with mountain ash. He removes the lid and believes, making an impenetrable barrier between the stranger and Scott.

Once they’ve made sure Scott’s safe and sound Derek orders the lot of them to go home while he waits for Deaton to come question the strange wolf. Stiles takes it as a sign of personal growth when the alpha doesn’t even glare at him when he sits down having decided to keep him company while waiting.

Turns out the guy has a grudge on Peter and for some reason had thought Scott was his beta and could lead him to the man. When Scott had told him he had no idea where Peter is the man hadn’t believed him. Stiles, because he’s a nice guy, gives the man the information he’s after: Peter Hale is currently gallivanting through France with Chris Argent. At the disgusted face the man pulls Stiles nods sagely and says.

“Yeah, I called TMI on them, too,” he smirks, “but at least they left it at the euphemisms.”

When Deaton shows up the stranger is practically in tears and begging to be far aware from both Stiles and Derek, the alpha cracking a smile once they’re out of sight cause Stiles’ heart to go into overdrive and the smile getting replaced by an expression he can’t decipher. Then he turns on his heel and starts running leaving Stiles to drive home by himself.

V

They’d all thought the Nemeton was dead, nothing but an empty shell of its former glory working as a beacon drawing supernatural creatures with ill intent to the town. But Lydia had found an obscure reference and she and Stiles had managed to piece together a ritual to cleanse the tree and make it grow once more.

Neither would ever go into detail but all the wolves had felt their connection to the land and each other strengthen – they’d been surprised realizing that both Peter, Chris, Melissa and the Sheriff were pack, though that had been nothing compared to the humans’ surprise when feeling the pack bonds for the first time – and when they’d gone to see the Nemeton the full moon following the ritual none of them had been the slightest surprised at the sight of thin branches and light green leaves growing from the stump.

And with everything being all peaceful and winter fast approaching Derek probably shouldn’t be surprised when most of the pack showed up on a chilly Saturday morning, bringing boxes filled with decorations and cookie ingredients inside. Soon the house smelt like cinnamon, oranges and cloves, there were fir, festoons, lights and wreaths everywhere and on the mantle of the fireplace hung fourteen stockings each with their owner’s name embroidered.

Sunday was spent decorating outside and by the time the pack declared themselves done Derek was very happy there weren’t anybody living in the preserve; a pair of legs were sticking out the chimney, the lawn was practically invisible beneath the reindeer and the sleigh with the sack of presents not to mention the angels and snowmen and giant letters. Everything, including the entirety of the house, was wrapped in lights. Derek could see white, yellow, red, green and blue, some lights were static others not and some even changed color continuously. It reminded him of Christmases past and looking to his uncle and sister he could see they thought the same even if they were both smiling.

Overwhelmed Derek just stands there taking it all in before suddenly wrapped in a hug by Boyd. Hesitantly he reciprocates which seems to be some kind of sign as the rest of the pack’s suddenly just there and they’re all hugging each other, even Peter and Chris a part of the group in a way they rarely are.

They end the evening in a pizza induced food coma laying around on the furniture and floor of the living room with some movie Stiles picked playing on the tele vision, Derek’s basking in the warmth of pack and the bodies flanking him and doesn’t even fight the tug of sleep.

VI

Stiles’ eyes are glowing amber where the light streaming through the bedroom window hits them just right, his mouth stretched wide on a loving smile and his entire expression soft in a way Derek has never seen; it makes his heart beat faster and his palms sweaty, adrenaline pumping through him though the only thing he dares move is his eyes, raking over the naked body pinned beneath him.

It has taken years to get here and Derek intends to savor the moment for as long as he can. He remembers two boys searching for an inhaler, remembers a human shaking with fear who refused to let him go. For a second he regrets that it has taken them this long, but they’re all brushed away by hands framing his face and long fingers stroking his cheeks; they both needed the time to learn to trust themselves as much as they trusted the other.

The wolf stretches beneath his skin and Derek concedes that he also needed the time to reconnect with the wolf, learning to trust his instincts again.

Besides it hardly matters anymore that they’ve moved towards each other at glacial speed, what matters is that they’re finally here, together. This, them, is still exhilaratingly new that lying here both of them bared to the other’s eyes, should feel like it’s going too fast and while Derek feels like he’s tied to the front of a runaway train he in no way feels like things are going too fast, his senses telling him that Stiles doesn’t think so either.

“You’re sure,” he still asks, needing Stiles to consent with his voice as much as his steady heart beat and intoxicating scent broadcasting nothing but lust, need, want.

“Yeah,” Stiles rasps, pulling Derek’s face closer to his own slotting his lips over the wolf’s. It’s gentle, tentative because even if they’ve kissed a million times by now this feels different, something new they both have to explore together.

Derek gets lost in it, the feel of Stiles’ lips against his own, his tongue swiping his bottom lip before asking for entrance which Derek willingly grants by parting his lips, Stiles mapping the cave of his mouth with the slick muscle. Derek’s holding himself perfectly still but then Stiles groans and he can feel the vibrations of it all the way down to his toes and he needs to see if Stiles tastes as good as he remembers.

Once upon a time Derek thought kissing – sex for that matter – was a battle; but with Stiles it’s like a dance, a push and pull of one leading and the other following before turning and the follower suddenly being in charge.

Maybe it’s seconds or possibly eternities later when Derek pulls himself from Stiles’ mouth placing feather light kisses to the corner of his mouth, his cheek, behind his ear and down his neck where he latches onto the pulse point, worrying the skin there marveling in the broken sounds coming from Stiles’ throat.

Stiles’ skin is warm beneath his hands as Derek tries to touch every bit of skin he can see; he plays connect-the-dots with the moles adorning his chest, combs his fingers through the treasure trail below Stiles’ navel. He marvels at the fact that even though Stiles has bulked up he can still span the width of him with both hands, revels in the way he shivers when Derek rubs his hands up and down his torso.

His thumb catches on Stiles’ right nipple and he’s rewarded with a sharp intake of breath and a spike in the scent of arousal. His gaze zeros in on the way it pebbles and he doesn’t bother with eye contact.

”Can I?”

“Anything. Anything you want, Derek.”

The last vowel of his name is drawn out and tapers off into a moan as Derek seals his mouth over the hard nub and sucks. He doesn’t let up until Stiles is reduced to whimpers, a limp hand resting in Derek’s hair as if Stiles doesn’t want him to move but is somehow too weak – or maybe just unwilling – to forcefully ensure he stays.

Once Derek’s done feasting on Stiles’ nipples he lets his mouth travel the path his hands took earlier, making sure to taste everywhere he’d touched leaving not as much as a single mole untouched as he slowly makes his way further down. Stiles is pliant beneath him, letting Derek’s movements guide him as how to move himself. Up until now Derek’s knees have been planted firmly on the outside of Stiles’ legs but the further he travels down his body the more he’s overcome with the need to see, so he carefully moves one leg at a time until there’s room for him between Stiles’ parted legs.

He bypasses Stiles’ cock – long and slender like its owner and Derek is almost drooling at the thought of getting to have it inside him – rubs his face on the thin skin at the inside of Stiles’ thighs, a satisfied rumble rising in his chest when the skin pinks prettily. He follows with kisses to the thighs, the hollow of his knees, down the calf; he steers clear of the underside of Stiles’ feet, knowing he’s terribly ticklish though he places a kiss to the arch of the foot before making his way back up, from shin to knee to thigh where he nuzzles at the crease where the leg’s attached to the body.

The smell of Stiles is overwhelmingly strong here and Derek is helpless to do anything but inhale the scent of him, rumbling happily in his chest.

Stiles’ hands against his skin, drawing patterns on his shoulders and upper back stroking down his arms as far as they can reach makes him lift his head and catch his gaze with his own. Stiles’ eyes are blown wide the pupil swallowed almost all the color in them, his body taut as a bow string as he holds himself completely still under Derek. Despite the lust rolling off of him Derek still opens his mouth to ask though Stiles answers with a smile before words can pass his lips.

“Derek.” It’s hardly more than a breath and yet it’s Stiles’ heart soul handed to him on a silver platter in that single word, and how is Derek supposed to resist that, the love and trust given to him so easily? The answer obviously being that he can and so he surges, pours everything he has, everything he is, into a kiss that leaves them both breathless as Stiles meets him halfway every bit as desperate as Derek.

Their moans echo between them passes back and forth as part of their kiss; it’s impossible who makes which sound as they’re pressing closer to each other, their bodies locked in the same slick slide as their mouths.

This time it’s Stiles breaking the contact, his hands once again coming up to frame Derek’s face.

”I need you,” he says, desperation lacing his tone. “Inside me, next to me. It doesn’t matter, I just need to have you.” His heart beats steadily. “Now,” he whimper growls before kissing Derek senseless once more.

Derek has no idea how he’s managed to get hold of the lube, let alone how he’s gotten some of it onto his fingers but it hardly matters at the sound Stiles makes when he circles the puckered skin, lathers it with the slick substance gently testing the give, and then he’s inside, barely even an inch of his finger buried in Stiles and it feels as if he’s going to explode from it.

”More,” Stiles sobs and Derek complies pushing in to the second knuckle. Stiles’ mouth is hanging open and his breath’s ragged but rather than wait he bares down taking the whole digit, Derek stares, enraptured at where he’s inside Stiles, watches the flex of his muscles as he moves, trying to ride the finger.

Derek puts his other hand on Stiles’ hip stopping his movements then withdraws his finger completely. Before Stiles can voice any objections Derek lifts the bottle of lube pouring another helping onto his finger. This time there’s no hesitation as he pushes two fingers inside Stiles.

Stiles mewls encouragingly, wordlessly telling him to speed things up. Derek leans forward causing his finger to press even deeper than before and Stiles obediently lifts his hips to grant him better access. It brings his cock closer to Derek’s mouth and he doesn’t even think about it, just opens his mouth and takes him to the root. He’s rewarded with a cry of pleasure from Stiles who’s soon rocking back unto Derek’s fingers and bucking forward into his mouth. It’s not long before his breathing shifts and Derek doesn’t need the tap against his wrist to know Stiles is going to cum.

He doesn’t pull off, simply open wider trying to get Stiles further down his throat wanting to taste everything he’s willing to give and when he clamps down on Derek’s fingers and floods his mouth Derek eagerly swallows every last drop. He doesn’t care for the consistency but it’s outweighed by the taste of Stiles exploding in his mouth, sliding down his throat as it flexes around the still hard shaft. Once there’s nothing left and Stiles is pushing at his forehead he reluctantly lets go of the flesh; he raises a questioning eyebrow while twisting his hand which Stiles answers by squeezing around the digits still exploring his hole. Derek takes it as his que to add a third.

When Derek finally withdraws his hand satisfied with the stretching he’s done and coating his own cock in a liberal amount of lube Stiles is fully hard again, his gorgeous cock standing proudly in its nest of dark curl almost as if it’s trying to lure Derek in once again. This time he refuses to fall for its wiles choosing instead to fold Stiles in half by now trusting him to voice any objections he may have.

When none comes Derek nudges against his hole applying pressure until the head of his cock is past the muscle and he’s approximately half a breath from cumming his brains out. Stiles seems to sense it as he’s stopped moving when Derek did, this time content letting the wolf set the pace. It’s equal parts amazing and torture hovering on the edge of Stiles’ body and Derek has to move so he presses closer, infinitely slow half an inch at the time until he’s sheathed to the root, his thighs against Stiles’ asscheeks. That’s when slow flies out the window.

Derek grips his hips, trying to be gentle but he knows there’re going to be marks tomorrow and he can’t help a smug smile at the thought. It drops soon though as he picks up the pace, pulls from the comforting grip of Stiles’ body just to push back inside again, again, again, while minutely trying to change the angle. He knows it’s right when Stiles practically howls and meets him thrust for frantic thrust, nothing but the squelch of lube, the slap of skin against skin and Stiles begging for release.

It’s not until the tingling at the base of his spine indicates his own immediate release that he wraps a dry hand around Stiles’ length, tugging at it in the same rhythm as he snaps his hips and together they stumble over the precipice.

~Fin~

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2017 Prompts Challenge

Rules: Send me a prompt listed below along with a Stiles-centric ship or you can go platonic with Stiles & character(s). I will write a short ficlet (trying for under 1k) and post it when it’s done.

If you have rating restrictions, please add that to the prompt. The Prompts are below the Keep Reading because it’s a nice long list for 2017! You’re welcome to submit more than one prompt, but please put them in separate asks.

Prompts

“I thought you knew.”

“This was the best day ever.”

“I can’t believe you’re back here.”

“Of course I’m right, I’m always right.”

“But that’s my favorite shirt!”

“We can, you know, go together if that’s a thing you’d like.”

“I’m not sorry, this isn’t an apology, I’m just being nice so you shut up!”

“Use your words.”

“Hold my hand so he gets jealous.

“Ssh. Stop fussing. I’m just braiding your hair.”

“You smell really nice.”

“Would it be all right if I borrowed your sweater? It smells like you.”

“I might have slept with your shirt when you were gone.”

“You are my new pillow.”

“Mind if I join you?”

“You’re lucky you’re cute…”

“Star-gazing was a good idea.”

“If we get arrested, it’s your fault.”

“All I know is, one of us is right, the other is you.”

“How long have you been standing there?”

“You look beautiful/handsome in the moonlight.”

“I’ll always be here for you.”

“How about something warm? It will will help you sleep.”

“It’s okay. I couldn’t sleep anyway.”

“It is not morning yet.”

“…or we can chill in our underwear.”

“How about a kiss?”

“I was just kind of hoping that you’d, y’know…fall in love with me.”

“Trust me.”

“I just got out of the shower, I can’t dance. What if my towel falls off?”

“Don’t be an asshole. Asshole.”

“Scoot over a little bit, please.”

“You’re so clingy, I love it.”

“You didn’t just wake me up at 2am because you were ‘in the mood’.”

“And when did you plan on telling me about this?”

“There’s a surprise upstairs for you.”

“I’ll take care of it.”

“I’m not your boss? Well then who is?”  

“Come over here and make me.”

“I’ll kick his ass if you want me to.”

“I love your hugs.”

“You’re going out dressed like that?”

“You’re jealous, aren’t you?”

“Stay the night. Please.”

“Just pretend to be my date”.  

“It’s you, it’s always been you.”

Don’t talk anymore.”

“Oh, did I scare you, big boy?”

“Happy new year!”

“Don’t touch me. We’re fighting.”

“I’ll give you a massage.”

“Quit moving, I’m trying to sleep. Wait…are you…what?!”

“What about a compromise? I’ll kill them first, and if it turns out they were friendly, I’ll apologize.”

“i’m here for my daily fix of hugs and kisses.”

“i don’t wanna get up– you’re comfy.”

“i’m cold. come closer.”

“i love you a lot, but please stop trying to cook me dinner, you suck.”

"may i have this dance?”

“i can’t stop thinking about you.”

“That wasn’t very subtle.”

“a fairytale with a happy ending always brings a smile to my face.”

“sometimes i just can’t control myself when around you.”

“do you believe in love at first sight?”

“i have never felt this way about anyone.”

“can i kiss you?”

“It’s just you and me tonight. I was thinking we could have a little fun.”

“You’re not as quiet as you think you are.”

“can we just watch a movie and fall asleep on the couch?”

“you can put your cold feet on me.”

“my parents are coming over in 10 minutes so please put some clothes on”

“You look pretty hot in plaid.”  

“my ex just invited me to their wedding and i need you to be my date so it doesn’t look like i’ve spent the last few years failing to get over them.”

“we accidentally got married in vegas oops”

“You know you want it, sweetheart.”

“this is probably a bad time, but marry me?“

"we’ve become the clingy newlyweds you always complained about. ”

“i know we had a big fight but we still need to decorate the house for the holidays.”

“you had a business trip and i missed you so much that i kind of tore up the house in your absence like a dog with separation anxiety… sorry?”

“It’s not that you’re wrong, exactly, you’re just extremely not right.”

“Those things you said yesterday… Did you mean them?”

“Could I sit here? All the other tables are full.”

“Are you meeting someone here? Because.. I think I’m that person.”

“I recognize that you have reached a decision, but given that it is a stupid ass decision I have elected to ignore it”

“There’s been some real friction in our friend group lately. I suggest an orgy to save our friendships.”

“It’s not a double date, we’re just third and fourth wheeling.”

“Shooting star, make a wish.”

“They always make shower sex sound so appealing, but honestly, this is getting dangerous.”

“Wow, you’re hot.”

“Hey, I’m open minded.”

“I’m gonna be honest with you. I’m really horny, and you’re really hot. Can we fuck? Like, now?”

“I saw that. You just checked me out.”

“You know, when this is over, we should really have angry sex.”

“Take off your clothes.”

“Boobs are really just squishy pillows.”

“You’ve been pouting ever since I went out on that date, what’s up?”

“Your lips are getting really close to mine.”

“I’m not jealous, but, like, come on, movie night is just for me and you only.”

“I dare you to kiss me.”

Do I stand a chance?

“I just kissed your forehead, chill.”

“Shit, how’d you make me blush like this?”

“Are you trying to turn me on?”

Show me how you like it.

I miss your morning kisses.

“Stop with the tongue thing, it’s strangely attractive.”

“I keep telling them we’re not dating, but they keep telling me friends don’t normally make out when drunk.”

“No, I don’t know how I got a boner, It just kind of happened! It’s because of how you were eating that ice cream, I bet!”

“I accidentally called you my girlfriend/boyfriend today.”

“I kissed you because we were drunk.”

“I kissed you because I didn’t know what else to do.”

“I had this dream where you kissed me, and I kind of want to try it now.”

“I say this a lot, but, look, they’re not good enough for you.”

“I was listening to that love song, and you came to mind.  Weird, right?”

“I could get used to waking up next to you, actually.”

“Sometimes i feel like i wanna make out with you is that a friend thing to do?”

“Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”

“I just like proving you wrong.”

“Explain it to me again - why do we need to pretend to be married?”

“If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.”

“You heard me. Take. It. Off.”

“Have I entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?”

“I don’t hate you. I could never hate you. That’s the problem.”

“I’d die for you. Of course, I’d haunt you in the afterlife but really, it’s the thought that counts.”

“Tell me to go and I will, but if you ask me to stay I’ll never leave you again.”

“We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“For the hundredth time, I’m not your babysitter.”  

“I’m going for a swim. Do you wanna join me?”

“It’s always been you.”

“I bet I can make you scream my name.”

“There’s no going back if we do this.”

Hot, Steamy kiss

Cheek Kiss

Nose Kiss

Forehead Kiss

Gentle Peck

Firm Kiss

Romantic Kiss

Jawline Kiss

Neck Kiss

Collarbone Kiss

Stomach Kiss

Kiss Along the Hips

“You. Me. Movie marathon. Get all the snacks you can carry.”  

Kiss in the Rain

Foreceful Kiss

First Kiss

Passionate Kiss

And then there’s tongue

The most intimate kiss of all aka cunninglingus  

Finding the other wearing their clothes  

Holding hands  

Falling asleep together

Sharing a bed  

Reading a book together  

Caring for each other while ill  

Slow dancing  

you’re my neighbor, but the UPS guy keeps delivering your packages to me and wow, you buy a lot of sex toys

i’m the super macho, stereotypical top type of person, but i actually love bottoming and i’m not sure how to tell you that (particularly because you seem to be really enthusiastic about bottoming yourself), but oh look, you’ve found my extensive collection of butt plugs

the guy at the sex store told me that my new dildo was dishwasher safe and you’re my poor, traumatized roommate

for some reason i thought it would be fun to wear a wireless vibrator in public, but now i’ve lost the remote (option a. i know we don’t know each other well, but please help me find it before someone else does! or b. you’ve found it and are trying to figure out what it does)

“They always make shower sex sound so appealing, but honestly, this is getting dangerous.”

“Sorry, I can’t. I’m on my period.”

“Why do they make this look so easy in all those porn movies?! This hurts like fuck!”

“This isn’t going to work out, is it? Do you maybe want to do something else? Watch a movie? Anything?”

“I think it’s not wet enough.”

“Ow, why do you keep doing that?! I said ‘no teeth’!”

“I know we’re kind of busy, but I actually need to pee…”

“Oh, no, no, no! I’m definitely not into that.”

“Did something just happen? You’re not turned on anymore.”

“Shit sorry, am I going too fast?”

“Wait, I thought you were joking when you said you wanted to try this.”

“Wow okay, I don’t know whether that’ll fit.”

“Is it really hurting too much? Do you need me to stop?”

‘my new romance-obsessed friend asked me who my last date was with and i was too embarrassed to say i’ve never been on a date so i blurted your name and it turns out they know you’ au

‘i didn’t want to tell my friend who my real date last night was so i just pointed at a random stranger (you) but now they’re storming over to interrogate you and you’re playing along??? okay’ au

My boss thinks I’m married. Help me out for a weekend retreat?

Hi, I know it’s been ten years since we graduated high school and we haven’t seen each other, but do you remember how we got schoolyard married in third grade? Yeah. Me too.

I don’t know you, but you smell amazing and now I can’t stop smelling you, but now you’re looking at me like I’m some kind of freak.

I see you got stood up and I feel bad for you so let’s have a drink

You’ve got some chocolate on the side of your lip, but I’m not sure if I wanna tell you because you look so cute.

“‘Be nice to your seat partner. They might just be your future spouse!’ the teacher says, and you turn to me and wink. Are you even real??”

’Only supposed to have one tattoo, ends up with two [Soulmate Polyam]

being poly is nice but i literally accidentally scheduled two dates on the same night.  i was honest about it and now the three of us are going on one single date. maybe i just ruined every sitcom

Person A has given up on love. Nope. Love is not for them. Forget that…. And then they meet person B and think; “Annnd this is the asshole who will ruin everything.”

Person A leaving thigh hickeys on person B.

“Do you want to come over and eat what my mom made?” “What’d she make?” “Me”

Your workout shirts are always bands/tv shows/movies/comic books I like, and would it be weird if I just came over and told you that?

I was so busy watching you do yoga that I fell off the treadmill and I think I might have seriously injured myself, ow.

I know it’s rude to stare in the locker room, but you walk around totally naked far more than necessary, and godDAMN.

My neighbour’s sibling got the wrong house number and barged into my apartment on accident.

My new neighbour is really hot and wow I didn’t even like women until now? And now she is in the garden planting flowers in her bikini wow… im in too deep

You’re sleeping on my best friend’s couch while your house is being renovated and you have really weird habits like attempting to sing opera in the shower and you keep eating all my Nutigrain

We bump into each other every Friday at the supermarket to buy the same ice-cream and maybe we should eat it together?

I went to museum to get some inspiration and then I saw you staring at one of the paintings in awe and wow you just noticed me drawing you and this is awkward

Bakery/Restaurant AU

Reality Show Competition AU

Actor AU

Blind date

You’ve always had this sexual fantasy and I’m going to help you make it come true.

You want to roleplay teacher/student sexy times, and I’m going to indulge you even if I’m not sure I’ll be into it like you are.

I’m a cop, and you want me to pull over so you can persuade me not to give you a ticket.

You’re my partner for this porn shoot and, damn, you’re hot

We hooked up randomly at a party once and it turns out you’re friends with my brother AU

Charity date auction AU

someone straddling the other while they’re “trying to read” and slowly getting them to put the book away

“you’re only allowed to sit there and watch until i tell you otherwise”

sex with clothes half on/panties still on

the pleasant misuse of ties

sleepy morning kisses that accidentally turn intense

Person A and B are being romantic (in any way) on the bed, and Person C is just sitting in the background going “can I have a turn now?”

“i’m horny and forever alone and my hot roommate keeps sexiling me to bang their equally hot sig other, but then one day i’m too tired to find somewhere else to stay for the night and don’t leave” au

“as your new bf/gf’s childhood friend, i object to your continued existence. you’re stupid and ugly and an asshole and you don’t deserve them AT ALL….what? jealous? me? get the fuck out bitch i will cUT YOU” au

“you’re a model and i’m a photographer who works on a lot of projects with you, but this is my first time shooting you with someone else and WOW you two have a lot of chemistry. …i’m a little jealous” au

I’m tired of being the third wheel friend in my best friends relationship because gosh darn it I want to go on cute dates with you too!

The power couple at school keeps making eyes at me and I can never figure out why.

A and B are teachers who work together try to seduce Teacher Aide C. C is just enjoying the free lunches but things get complicated when A and B actually start seeming dateable?

A high school AU for an OT3 where Person A walks into class all disheveled and when the teacher asks, they splutter out a “I was doing…things…” and someone comments “Yeah, Thing 1 and Thing 2.” and A gets all embarrassed. Bonus if the next day, B and C come to school wearing Thing 1 and Thing 2 shirts after hearing what happened from A which makes A that much more embarrassed

“i came to the gym to work out but holy god i can’t stop watching you do one armed push ups that’s so hot” au

“we’ve been nothing but friends for our whole lives but then we played seven minutes in heaven on a dare and now i think i might actually be in love with you” au

“i meant to text the contact one above you in my phone’s contact list for a booty call but i didn’t realize i hit your name until i sent it so now i’m just sitting here feeling those little three dots hardcore judging me” au

“you kissed me on the playground the day before you moved away in the 4th grade and now your dorm is right across the hall from mine” au

“a number i don’t know accidentally texted me an address for a party and i decided to go anyways because, what the hell? but it turns out this is your party and i’ve had a crush on you since the 6th grade” au

“we’ve been best friends for practically our whole lives but you’re a thousand times more popular than me so you dragged me to a big party and now we’re playing spin the bottle and you spin and it lands on me oh crap” au

“i used to pick on you in middle school and then we went to separate high schools but now you’re at my college and your hot as hell and really popular” au

we’ve been best friends for a long time and we got into that really deep conversation mode and i asked how you figured out you were gay/what made you gay and you told me i did

you think im ignoring you but sometimes its just hard to look at you because youre so pretty

I was sitting at lunch from my friend and you sat across me from me and you keep looking up at me and hold on, are you drawing me?

OTP is making out when person A farts loudly. Person B laughs so hard they cry while also trying to get person A to come out from under that blanket omg don’t be embarrassed it’s ok stop hiding your face that was p impressive ngl

you’re the lead role in my favourite show and I finally got cast as an extra but boy you’re super nice and - did you just invite me out for coffee?

I’m a young cop and you’re the punk kid who keeps breaking into my apartment to pet my dog. stop it. it’s not funny.

we’re at a friend’s wedding and we happen to be the few single ones without dance partners

you tutor my younger sibling and they have a really big crush on you but you’re really cute

you’re always inviting me to “study” with you but you know all the fucking answers already what is the point

i notice you’re sketching a lot on this bus holy shit is that me wtf

You’ve got a date tonight and you asked for advice on what to wear but I’m so in love with you and damn you look good in the outfit I picked out for you

I really like you but you’re my best friend’s ex

It’s my highschool reunion and I need a hot date so I can rub it in the faces of the people who hated me

“i’m a cab driver and you’re late to a business meeting and you are literally the most demanding pretentious piece of shit i’ve ever had the displeasure of driving but i also kind of want to fuck you in that suit” au

“we were both at this party and you were the designated driver but i was too drunk to give you my address so i woke up in your bed and commented on how you were way out of my league before realizing we didnt sleep together” au

General Guidelines: As usual, my goal is to write as many of these that inspire during 2017. If I don’t write your prompt, it’s nothing personal. I’m focusing on short/quick writing fills. Satisfaction isn’t guaranteed because you might not like what I end up writing for your prompt. In that case, I apologize in advance but prompts are used for inspiration & not strict instructions since I’m doing this for free & to have fun. If you’d like to prompt a ship not on my list, reach out & ask because I might be willing & just didn’t think about it when creating the list.

Universes: 

Teen Wolf (Obviously)

Marvel Cinematic Universe (Mostly the Avengers)

Send me a prompt listed below along with a Stiles-centric ship or you can go platonic with Stiles & character(s)

Credits of the Prompts list and Guideline rules goes to @inell I copied hers.

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