#Scruff

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From: Derek Hale
To: Stiles Stilinski
One more exam until you’re home and I can fuck you into the mattress.

Words: 1923, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English



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coyotequeens:

For Science!
a collab by grimm & tsumi.explicit.36000 words.sterek.based off this fic idea.

From his textbooks, Stiles had gotten the impression that vampires had a weird, stretched out look to them — slightly too-long limbs and pale skin. This guy, though, he looked human, broad-shouldered and clearly muscular even under a loose sweatshirt. He wasn’t pale at all, his skin lightly tanned, hair dark, eyes pale. They narrowed at Stiles and Stiles froze as the man looked him up and down, clearly judging him. He must have passed the test, though, because the man kind of shrugged and said, “Take off your clothes.”
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coyotequeens:

For Science!

a collab by grimm & tsumi.
explicit.
36000 words.
sterek.
based off this fic idea.

From his textbooks, Stiles had gotten the impression that vampires had a weird, stretched out look to them — slightly too-long limbs and pale skin. This guy, though, he looked human, broad-shouldered and clearly muscular even under a loose sweatshirt. He wasn’t pale at all, his skin lightly tanned, hair dark, eyes pale. They narrowed at Stiles and Stiles froze as the man looked him up and down, clearly judging him. He must have passed the test, though, because the man kind of shrugged and said, “Take off your clothes.”

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Happy Birthday, Mr. Hale

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He expected some level of chaos to greet him. He did not expect to see Stiles standing shirtless in the living room, wearing a sparkly tiara on his head and a pink tutu over his jeans, holding Mia’s tea set in one hand and a plastic sword in the other.

Stiles flushed, pink splotching his cheeks and spreading halfway down his pale, toned chest. Derek wanted to bite it, wanted to pinch those puffy nipples and tease them with his tongue, wanted to shove Stiles up against the wall and make him flush everywhere.

(Or: Derek is a single dad celebrating his 30th birthday. Stiles is the college student who babysits for him. Smut ensues.)

Words: 4800, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English



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In honor of Stiles preferring to be the little spoon.

In honor of Stiles preferring to be the little spoon.

You Got A Friend (With Benefits) In Me

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When Cora asks him to be her fake boyfriend, Stiles isn’t expecting to fall (so hard) for his best friend’s older brother.

Words: 20857, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English



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195% Awake

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"Wait. Was that a zipper?"

Derek responded with his usual breathing.

Stiles pushed up on his elbows and pressed his phone hard against his ear, straining to hear what was happening on the other end of the line. ”What exactly is this emergency? Are you trapped inside a body bag? A tent? An evil zipper factory?”

Words: 1316, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English



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dust off your highest hopes

alphaass:

for niamh’s prompt here ; also on ao3 here

Right, so, when Stiles said he could handle this, he may have miscalculated. He may have underestimated the – uh – feelings involved. Because he can handle a lot of things, alright? He handled the death of his mother at age 12, he handled successfully appealing to Berkeley to up his financial aid by $10,000 a year, he fucking handled starting a business in this economy. He’s a capable fucking adult who does adult things, so of course he thought he could handle his ten-year high school reunion and a tiny little crush on a friend.

Yeah, no, he was wrong on that front.

Because Derek.

Because Derek is here with him, Scott, and Erica, in glasses and pants that are just a shade too tight, arm wrapped around Erica’s waist, smiling and laughing and charming the pants off of everyone in a five-mile radius. And alright, fine, Stiles was the one that encouraged Derek to step back into the dating pool after all these years. And yeah, he will always be Erica’s number one wingman. But, fuck, he didn’t mean the two of them should get together.

See, Stiles thought it’d be great seeing the people he loves happy and in love, but actually – no. No, it’s not great. No, it’s torture. No, Stiles gets that Erica wants to one-up all the assholes they went to high school with, and Stiles gets that Derek deserves good things in his life, but also Stiles is an asshole who has never suffered more in his entire life.

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Lot Lizards and other Knaughty Things

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"You got a name?" Stiles asks. "Or something I should call you? Not that you have to tell me, of course. Most guys don’t. But I’m kind of a talker during sex, just so you know, and it’s always good to call out the right name. Some guys take it personally if you get it wrong, even if they don’t give you a fucking clue about their name."

Words: 3946, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English



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