Peter/Stiles AU: Criminals.
“I’m not a gangster, just a businessman. And my commodity happens to be cocaine.”
Stiles pokes the… thing, for lack of a better word, with the very tip of his sneaker. That’s about as much as he’s willing to risk. It’s all spiky. Thankfully, it is also very, very dead, still leaking sluggishly onto his balcony.
Stiles lives in an apartment now. He really shouldn’t have to explain away weird greenish-grey blood to his downstairs neighbors. He’d though he’d left that behind when he moved down here for college.
There’s really only one thing for it. He pulls out his phone. “Please tell me this is your kill, because if it isn’t then I have some detective work to do and I’d rather not fail my midterms.”
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fic where Stiles and Derek start accidentally dating. Like maybe they end up going out for food after a research session or pack meet or because they were both hungry at the same time. And they both think ‘this is interesting’ because they enjoyed themselves.
And then maybe it happens again once or twice and Stiles moves around plans with scott and derek with cora so they can do their usual and they both kind of realize this is what dating is if either of them actually did that sort of thing.
And then they decide ‘well we could do that sort of thing. This sort of thing. Where we go out together, alone, on like…a regular basis.” And then after awhile they finally call it dating because that’s what it is, especially when things progress enough that one night a month after they start thinging Derek walks Stiles to his jeep and Stiles kisses him right as he’s about to say goodnight.
And maybe Stiles waited until Derek was distracted just enough, just in case, but then Derek is settling his hands against Stiles’ waist and kissing him back.
But then maybe they decide not to tell anyone, not yet. Because they’ve seen what friends dating and breaking up looks like and it’s the kind of drama they want to avoid so they wait, they’ll tell people when they’re sure. Sure that this is a real actual thing.
And for the most part maybe not much changes in their behavior in public. They won’t let it, they’re discreet. But maybe both of them don’t realize how into each other they are. And maybe there’s little things they don’t realize until its pointed out to them later that they do.
Small things like Derek’s hand in the middle of Stiles’ back when he brushes past through an open door. Or Stiles’ fingertips on the back of Derek’s neck, like he does at night when Derek can’t fall asleep after they’ve fooled around on nights when the Sheriff is working till morning.
Or the way they’re quiet around each other sometimes.
Or the way they look at each other when the other isn’t looking and when they think no one’s watching.
But maybe months go by and nothing has changed. Which, is good because everything is good but Stiles wants to know what It is. But he’s too afraid to ask. So he finally tells Scott everything and Scott says it explains some things.
And Stiles asks if he knew and Scott says not for sure, that he was giving them till Christmas to get together because it’s obvious how gone for each other they are, “I just didn’t know you guys knew.” And Stiles asks what he means cos he’s the King of Discreet and then backtracks because “both. Both of us?”
And Scott just grins at Stiles and shakes his head. So, maybe Stiles decides to tell Derek they should be together together, give Derek his lacrosse hoodie, the whole nine yards of teen romance.
Maybe it’s a few days later and they’re eating takeout in front of the tv and Stiles has been trying to find the right moment and he finds it when Derek picks up a grease streaked carton and asks, “do you want the last egg roll?”
And Stiles shakes his head and stares at Derek and says, "I want you to be my boyfriend." And Derek maybe freezes a moment and says, "I don’t remember ordering that."
And Stiles stares at him, and Derek can probably hear the way his heart is pounding and he sits up and there’s a brief moment of complete uncertainty before Derek smiles really softly at him and Stiles sucks in a shaky breath.
Derek would probably kiss him then, all sweet and soft and poised and Stiles would laugh and climb into his lap because he can. And Derek would let him, and more he’d have this look on his face where he’d stare up at Stiles like he couldn’t imagine anywhere he’d rather Stiles actually be and Stiles still isn’t used to being looked at like that but he thinks he probably has the same expression on his face so it’s okay.
And then he’d probably take a huge bite out of the last of the egg rolls in Derek’s hand just to see him scowl in irritation. Because somehow it just seems right.
You cannot even try to tell me that you didn’t think they were about to kiss because they were seriously about to.
Especially the 2nd gif.
- The way Stiles looks at Derek’s lips and nods slightly.
- The way Derek’s eyes skit around looking at Stiles’ facial expressions.
- The way Derek swallows almost nervously
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I blame this scene for a lot of things.
Bless this scene forever.
bringing this back for reasons
BUT IS THIS REALLY STEREK?! Or Hobrien…
Ablutophilia - Our muses having sex in the shower
It started out with Jackson shoving him against tiled walls of the locker room.
To be fair, Stiles knew that this was coming. After all, cutting holes into the crotch areas of Jackson’s pants and underwear was definitely going to get a reaction from the captain.
Stiles just didn’t expect it to be while he was taking a shower. Alone. In the locker room.
"You think you’re funny, Stilinski?” Jackson snarled out as he caged Stiles in with his arms. Stiles was pretty sure there was one porno out there that started out exactly like this.
"Well, I have been thinking about making a career in stand-up comedy…" Stiles retorted, his eyes darting everywhere. He can’t look up because Jackson’s lips were so fucking close, and can’t look down either because that would end up in death.
Stiles flinched when Jackson pounded his fist on the tile next to Stiles’ head. “You know what I think?” Jackson asked rhetorically. Stiles would have probably said something witty that would rile Jackson further, but the werewolf leaned in, his lips brushing the lobe of Stiles’ ear. “——- I think you’re enjoying this.”
Stiles shivered and moaned as Jackson nibbled on his ear. “Wh—what are you doing?” He groaned out loud, shutting his eyes and tried his best not to react to Jackson’s ministrations.
"Finally doing something that we wanted a long time ago," Jackson replied before sucking on Stiles’ neck. They were now pressed against each other, their hard cocks rubbing on their wet stomachs.
The thought of being caught was supposed to be off-putting, but it actually had the opposite effect. Stiles had never felt more turned-on in his life.
Stiles hadn’t meant for it to sound like a prayer, but the werewolf had sunk down and had his tongue teasing one of Stiles’ nipples. He was starting to think that maybe this was actually a clever plot to kill Stiles, because he’s about 95% sure that his brain stopped functioning.
Jackson, satisfied with the reaction had kissed his way down Stiles’ stomach hips, until he was kneeling on the tiled floor. The werewolf looked up at Stiles, a smug smirk on his lips before licking up Stiles’ length.
Stiles thumped his his head back on the wall to keep himself from screaming out Jackson’s name. Jackson continued to lap up Stiles’ cock up until Stiles’ knees were shaking, then finally took Stiles into his mouth.
All Stiles could hear was the sound of water hitting the tiled floor, the obscene slurping sounds that Jackson was making, and his own ragged panting. He didn’t dare look down, because just thinking of how Jackson’s lips looked like when wrapped around his cock was already enough to send him off the edge.
He heard a loud popping sound, accompanied by the loss of feeling Jackson’s mouth on his dick which was now replaced by a calloused hand stroking him. Jackson stood up, still jerking Stiles off, and kissed Stiles hungrily.
Even in kissing, the two of them were competitive. Their tongues slid against each other, both trying to dictate the pack of the kiss. Jackson tasted like stale water, pre-come, and a hint of mint.
When Jackson used his other hand to slip a finger inside Stiles’ hole, that was when Stiles finally lost it. He felt his whole body convulse in pleasure as he felt his orgasm shoot through him. He had to keep a hand on Jackson’s chest to keep him steady, moaning loudly as Jackson continued to stroke his oversensitive cock.
Jackson gave him a few minutes to compose himself before he felt Jackson’s tongue being shoved into his mouth again.
"You owe me Stilinski," Jackson said as he pulled away from the kiss, "——I expect you to be at my place tonight." And with that, Jackson turned around and walked away.
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