“Are bumblebees too feminine for a boy’s room?” Allison asked seriously, looking at the yellow blanket in her hands with an expression of contemplation. “I was going to go for tiger-stripes, but we’ll have enough of the animal kingdom in the house as it is, right?”
She smirked and looked to Stiles for guidance, but he looked a million miles away as he rubbed absently at his stomach. “Hungry already? It’s only ten o’clock!”
“Hmm?” Stiles turned to his friend and then shook his head. “No, I- just thinking,” he said, trying to figure out why something felt off. “I didn’t eat breakfast today
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“Are you sure you’re okay?” Allison asked again, peering at Stiles with wide eyes. The food court was busy and noisy around the pair, but they’d managed to snag a table near the wall where it was quieter
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“Derek? You home?” Stiles called into the house as he came in the front door, home from his day of shopping with Allison. He toed off his shoes in the doorway and strolled into the kitchen, a fresh jug of milk in hand. He put it in the fridge and then immediately opened the cupboard, pulling out the peanut butter with a grin and preparing to make himself the much-craved sandwich
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A/N: There’s sex in this chapter. Mind you, this is a kinkmeme, but I just thought I’d warn those who started reading it thinking it would all be PG. Feel free to skip over the sex scene if you aren’t into that. Derek dropped his mate unceremoniously onto their bed and stripped off his t-shirt in a single, fluid motion. Stiles barely had a second to catch his breath before Derek was on him again, bare-chested and glorious. Derek was all hard lines and taut muscles; Stiles’ hands eagerly ran over his lover’s chest, rememorizing the familiar plains of Derek’s body as Derek reconnected their mouths in a searing kiss
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Derek pressed a kiss to his mate’s inner thigh as he carefully pulled out his fingers, watching with fascination as the tight hole clenched down around nothing and Stiles whimpered at the feeling of emptiness
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Dude, you did more than okay, especially if that was your first time writing smut! Seriously, that was hot :DD Looking forward to more!
(And I'm not very good at telling the difference between R and NC-17, but I generally rate explicit sex as NC-17. I would probably consider this NC-17? idk, I'm bad at judging these things, lol.)
Thank you so much! Yeah, first time trying explicit smut. Usually I end up doing a *scene fade out*/implied thing instead. I read a lot of smut though, so... ;)
I'll just put it as NC-17 to be safe then. I just wanted to know so when I add it to my masterpost after I'm done I'll know what to rate it as. ;)
A/N: This is getting a lot longer than I planned, especially since I haven't even gotten to what the prompt requested... ugh. Sorry. I'll try to wrap it up asap.
When Stiles woke later in the day, he was surprised to find that Derek had stayed in that awkward position with his head pillowed on Stiles’ abdomen. The warm weight of Derek’s protective arm around him was comfortable, if unexpected. He stayed still and quiet for a few minutes, letting the even sound of Derek’s breathing wash over him until his stomach protested with an unhappy gurgle and Stiles realised why he had woken in the first place.
He was hungry.With a little groan at having to move, he carefully extracted himself from his lover and scooted off the bed, grabbing a pair of boxers off the floor and pulling them on. They were Derek’s and far too big for him, falling to sit low on his hips as he stood and stretched his muscles. His lower back hurt a little, but that wasn’t particularly unusual after they had sex. Derek always seemed to think that Stiles was a lot more
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A/N: Uh, so apparently this fic is mostly Stiles eating and sleeping and being oblivious. *shrug* I was going for a slice-of-life feel, so I hope it works? Stiles woke up to the sound of the doorbell. He was lying on the couch and the television was off. He could hear voices- Derek’s and another man’s- before he heard the door slam and heard Derek shuffling into the kitchen. With a sigh and a stretch, Stiles got up off the couch and trotted into the kitchen, still wearing Derek’s too-large boxers low around his hips
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“...Tea?” Stiles asked, his brow furrowing. “You hate tea. You think it’s for stuck-up British people who eat scones and have way too many cats.”
“Yeah, but we have decaf from the last time Allison was here,” Derek said, as if that explained anything. When Stiles continued to stare at him, Derek rolled his eyes and gently grabbed Stiles by the shoulders and nudged him towards the living room. “Go. Get comfy. I’ll be there in a minute.”
“O-kay,” Stiles murmured, doing what he was asked despite the fact that his boyfriend had gone off the deep end. He had half a mind to check the calendar to make sure they weren’t nearing the full moon, but he knew for a fact it had already passed
( ... )
Established relationship and Jackson [or Stiles] has just discovered, much to his surprise, he's knocked up and puppies/cubs/babies are on the way!
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She smirked and looked to Stiles for guidance, but he looked a million miles away as he rubbed absently at his stomach. “Hungry already? It’s only ten o’clock!”
“Hmm?” Stiles turned to his friend and then shook his head. “No, I- just thinking,” he said, trying to figure out why something felt off. “I didn’t eat breakfast today ( ... )
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(And I'm not very good at telling the difference between R and NC-17, but I generally rate explicit sex as NC-17. I would probably consider this NC-17? idk, I'm bad at judging these things, lol.)
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I'll just put it as NC-17 to be safe then. I just wanted to know so when I add it to my masterpost after I'm done I'll know what to rate it as. ;)
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When Stiles woke later in the day, he was surprised to find that Derek had stayed in that awkward position with his head pillowed on Stiles’ abdomen. The warm weight of Derek’s protective arm around him was comfortable, if unexpected. He stayed still and quiet for a few minutes, letting the even sound of Derek’s breathing wash over him until his stomach protested with an unhappy gurgle and Stiles realised why he had woken in the first place.
He was hungry.With a little groan at having to move, he carefully extracted himself from his lover and scooted off the bed, grabbing a pair of boxers off the floor and pulling them on. They were Derek’s and far too big for him, falling to sit low on his hips as he stood and stretched his muscles. His lower back hurt a little, but that wasn’t particularly unusual after they had sex. Derek always seemed to think that Stiles was a lot more ( ... )
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“Yeah, but we have decaf from the last time Allison was here,” Derek said, as if that explained anything. When Stiles continued to stare at him, Derek rolled his eyes and gently grabbed Stiles by the shoulders and nudged him towards the living room. “Go. Get comfy. I’ll be there in a minute.”
“O-kay,” Stiles murmured, doing what he was asked despite the fact that his boyfriend had gone off the deep end. He had half a mind to check the calendar to make sure they weren’t nearing the full moon, but he knew for a fact it had already passed ( ... )
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Haha yep. Derek's just sitting there all smug and happy and Stiles has no clue why! :D
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