#moon light lovers ethan

[rafeysbafey]

✮ 9. bed sharing — ethan landry MDNI

summary. sharing a bed with ethan turns into something more

warnings. dick!ethan (he gets better ^o^), enemies to lovers type beat, smut, language, riding

word count. 1.1k

a/n. def got carried away, so i think i rushed at the end oops lol. also this is going to be put on my regular masterlist as well as my kinktober list because it’s so damn long lmao

“what do you mean i have to share a room with ethan?!” you asked, completely flabbergasted at this sudden information.

anika and mindy had only booked three rooms when the group decided to go on a trip together. sam and tara sharing the second room while you and ethan share the other.

chad was sick the day before everyone was supposed to leave so mindy just decided to cram you and ethan together.

“im sorry, babe,” she said, frown on her face as she tried spewing out ideas to make it better.

“he’s going to hate this,” you pointed out, looking past her to see where he was, “he’s going to hate me.”

“well, more than he already does,” you added under your breath.

you and ethan had a…rocky relationship, to put it nicely.

he absolutely hated you. with the mean side comments and the not so subtle shoves he would give you when in passing.

it hurt because you actually liked ethan, when joining the group you actually found him cute.

you would see the way he conversed with others, the nerdy, kind ethan he would be in front of the group.

but with you it was different, for whatever godforsaken reason.

“ethan’s not going to hate you,” anika chimed in, giving you a look filled with pity as you sighed in annoyance.

“ethan’s not going to hate who?” a voice asked from around the corner, the devil himself making his way round before stopping a few feet away from you guys.

his eyes immediately fell on you, a sour look taking over his face as he narrowed his brows at you.

not being able to hold his gaze, you looked at the ground with a huff.

“there was a mix up apparently,” you mumbled, looking at your feet as you forced out the next words.

“we’re sharing a room.”

his mouth went agap and a certain glint flashed in his eyes, but you weren��t aware since you were looking down.

“no way, id rather rip my hair out one by one than share a room with her.”

“first off, fuck you,” you spat, your head shooting up as you glared at him, “second, i told you,” you turned towards the girls.

“guys give it one night! then we’ll figure something out. right now it’s late,” mindy sighed, giving attention to how late it had already gotten.

“sam and tara already went up, let’s go.”

the room was small and…cozy, to put it nicely.

and to make things worse, there was only one bed.

“im taking the bed,” ethan announced, tossing his suitcase on the mattress before kicking off his shoes.

“where am i supposed to sleep?!” you asked, watching as he narrowed his eyes toward you with a chuckle.

“on the floor? outside? i couldn’t care less.”

“dick,” you muttered.

“what did you say, brat?”

“just forget it,” you scoffed, shoving past him and heading into the bathroom.

after brushing your teeth and taking off your makeup, you changed into your pajamas and left the bathroom.

the lights were already off, the soft glow from the moon outside shining through the room.

you could see ethan sprawled out on the bed, resting comfortably on the cushioned mattress.

walking over to him, you shoved his side, almost pushing him off as he sat up abruptly.

“what?” he hissed, shooting you a dirty look as you rolled your eyes.

“at least give me a pillow.”

“so fucking needy,” he mumbled before grabbing an extra one and tossing it towards you.

you didn't know how long you were awake for, tossing and turning, your body aching from the roughness of the floor.

"god, could you stop being so loud?" ethan's sudden voice boomed through the silence.

"says the one who has the bed," you spat back.

before you could process what was happening next, you felt two strong arms snake around your waist and hoisting you up on the bed.

"there," he mumbled, "now stop complaining."

it was a tight fit, the bed was so small it was probably a twin.

you could feel your back pressed against ethan's chest, his hands uncomfortably resting by his sides because if not there, they would have to rest on your hips.

"y'know how angry you make me?" he suddenly whispered, voice so quiet you almost missed it.

"what?" you asked, afraid of what he'd say next.

"how angry you make me," he repeats before adding, "how stuck up you act and think you're better than everyone else."

you furrowed your brows together as you forced yourself to flip over, eyes squinting in the dark to try and read his expression.

"how do i act stuck up? i've done nothing to you," you defend, confusion laced in your voice.

"that's the point. you've never given me a chance."

flabbergasted, you scoff in annoyance, "because you're so mean to me!"

it was silent for a second, the air thick and quiet as ethan tried mustering up words.

"so if i wasn't—wasn't mean, i would have a chance?"

"a chance with me? ethan what are you talking about," you were genuinely confused.

ethan was always mean to you, making remarks about what you wore or how you did your hair, shoving past you when needing to get something, and most importantly sending jabs about how 'ugly' you were.

"i'm in love with you, god damnit."

before you could ask why, why he was in love with you if his actions and words spoke different, you felt his lips clash into yours.

you didn’t know how to react, being completely off guard as he quickly pulled away.

“fuck- im sorry, i-i should have asked i-”

you didn’t let him finish as you leaned back in, kissing him this time gently as he melted into your touch.

you rolled on top of him, straddling his waist as you intertwined your hands together, squeezing ever so slightly.

“you’re so hot,” ethan rasped out, one hand leaving yours to cup your waist as you slowly started to move against him, grinding down on his hardening cock.

“fuck, y/n.”

“want me to ride you?” you asked, innocence laced in your voice as you batted your eyelashes down at him, the moonlight hitting your face perfectly.

ethan could have came in his pants right there, the boy quickly nodding as you lifted yourself up to pull down his sweatpants, his boxers following after.

his cock slapped against his lower abdomen as he let out a sigh of relief, his tip an angry red as you stared in astonishment.

he was big.

“so pretty,” you mumbled, leaning down to kiss his tip as he hissed ever so slightly at the feeling, your pillowy lips sending vibrations through his body.

you quickly took off your pj shorts before doing the same with your underwear, tossing them somewhere random in the room without a care.

leaning down to connect your lips with his, you allowed yourself to sink onto his length, a small cry falling from your mouth as you squeezed your eyes shut.

‘fuck this hurts.’ you thought to yourself, the feeling of ethan’s hand cupping the side of your face causing a warm feeling to go down your spine.

“doing so good f’me,” he whispered, his thumb stroking your cheek softly as you leaned into his touch.

after what felt like forever, you started to move, the both of you sighing in relief at the friction you two were making.

“just like that, fuck-“ he groaned, head falling back against the pillow as he held both sides of your hips with his hands, helping you bounce on top of him.

“so good, eth” you cried, “so so good.”

you felt your legs tremble as you tried your best to be consistent, ethan noticing as he took hold of the small of your back and leaned you into him.

you rested against his chest, hand wrapped around his torso as he started fucking up into you, small moans leaving your mouth.

“you’re so pretty, you sound so pretty,” he groaned, his hand still on the small of your back as the other cupped the back of your head, “so so pretty. all for me.”

“all for you,” you rambled, nodding in agreement as you felt the familiar pit in your stomach form.

“bout to cum, please let me cum,” you begged, snuggling your face deeper into his neck as he cooed you softly.

“don’t need to beg, baby.”

with that, you let yourself release on him, your body stiffening before falling back into him, jolts traveling through your thighs.

ethan followed quickly after, groaning lowly in your ear as he held your hips still, allowing him to dump himself in your used hole.

“so perfect, fuck,” he moaned before letting out a sigh, his hand now stroking the back of your head.

using all the strength you had left, you pushed yourself up to face him, a tired look on your face as you gave him a small smile.

“still hate me?” you mumbled, slightly teasing him but not really. you did believe he hated you, maybe not right at this moment, but things could be different in the morning.

“never hated you,” he whispered, frown on his lips as he pushed the lose strands of hair away from your face.

“im a jerk,” he added.

“a cute jerk,” you giggled softly, causing him to smile just a little—knowing you weren’t being as serious as he thought you would.

“but really, it hurts when you treat me the way you do.”

“i know, and im sorry for everything,” he said, pure sadness in his voice as he leaned into you, forehead meeting yours.

“i think i love you.”

“id hope so,” you snorted, pecking his lips softly before adding, “i mean your dick is in me.”

“can’t you be serious?” he joked.

“fine, i love you too.”

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[aurorawhisperz]

lovers (e.l.)

contains: smut 18+ (grinding, fingering, oral, p in v), fluff, ethan being a tease, implied relationship, swearing.

ethan landry x fem!reader

•

You and the group had decided to go to a vacation cottage over the summer, and of course, it was fun. The ride on the way there was cozy—you and Ethan were tired from waking up so early so you decided to fall asleep on each other’s shoulders, and Anika —the playful one she is, decided to whip out her phone and take pictures. But Mindy decided there just had to be rules.

The one that stood out from all the other rules was “No sex, have some decency for the housekeepers.”

Of course, this would be hard knowing how needy your boyfriend was, Mindy probably knew this so she decided she’d put you in the same bedroom as her and Anika, keeping you away from Ethan.

Stories were shared over the first few nights, and you might have sneaked into Ethan and Chad’s room once just to get some cuddle time—but you got yanked apart by Mindy.

In the middle of the night, Ethan found himself alone in the pool, simply glowing because of the moon and the lights combined.

Unbeknownst to him, you stepped outside. He seemed so pretty, with his abs seen below the surface—leaning back, his curls were dripping.

You wore a black nightgown that fell right in the middle of your thighs, the night air was cooling the skin of your legs—and you were smiling at the sight of Ethan letting the water carry him away.

It was all so serene.

You approached his edge of the pool and dipped your legs in, you didn’t have a swimsuit, so this was all you had.

“Hey,” You called softly, his eyes fluttered open and he smiled, “Get in?” He motions to the water, and you let out a smile before shaking your head, “I don’t have a swimsuit, and I don’t do skinny dipping.”

He walks in front of you, right in front of your legs. Placing his hands on your thighs. He used those stupid puppy eyes as he spoke, “It’s fine, it’s..not like it’ll kill you. Please?”

“You’re obnoxious.” You giggle, lacing his fingers that was once rubbing circles on your plush thighs.

Ethan used that as a way to pull you in, sneaky. “Eth!” You shouted, and he shushes you with his finger. “Be grateful—they don’t put security cameras around here.” He places a hand under your thigh and has your legs around his waist. You place your arms around his neck.

“The water’s cold” You groan, he lets out a breathy laugh then stares deep into your eyes with his piercing gaze. “I like it that way.” Ethan lowered his voice, you tilted your head when he tried to do a ‘seductive tone’ thing there.

He placed his hand on your lower back, “You’re pretty.” Ethan tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

You placed a hand on his cheek and gave him a small peck—he pulled you closer. Hand falling from his jawline to his shoulder.

Ethan gave you a passionate kiss, waiting for the right moment. You parted your lips, and he slipped his tongue in. Tilting your head as he hummed.

His grip on your thighs grew tighter.

You were practically stuffing your mouth with him. All that you could think about was that you were his, and he was yours.

He rubbed slow, soothing circles on your back as Ethan kissed you harder.

You stopped suddenly when you felt his hips jolt up into yours, pulling away a bit. Your faces are inches away from each other, and you can feel his breathless state.

His eyes were dark—the small hint of light indicated lust.

Ethan leans in for a needy kiss, but you use his shoulders to keep him still. You lean down and leave kisses on his jawline, then on his neck.

His fingers toy with the silver necklace he gave you during the earliest stages of your relationship as you do so. You pull away to kiss him again, the boy’s lip were so soft and swollen.

His hands move up to your collarbone, soothing it. Your chin lifts up, you were so responsive. Ethan wraps a hand around your neck, not squeezing, but just holding onto it. The kiss was wild and breathless, he was grinding into you as he did so. “Please.” He whined in between kisses.

You pressed a chaste kiss to his lips in response, “Touch me.” You whispered to his good ear.

His big hands, veins revealing—lifted your nightgown up and dipped into your panties. You shuddered at the sudden feeling of his finger circling your clit.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

Ethan slid you even closer, you were chest-to-chest. Your breathing was even more audible when his middle finger entered you, curling and pumping.

He smirked into the kiss at the feeling of your heat.

He slid his ring finger into you and started curling even more. The size of his hands made it possible for the his fingertips to touch that spot of yours.

“Fuck, don’t stop.” You groaned, “I won’t.”

Your orgasm was getting closer and closer, and you tucked your head into Ethan’s neck. Your breath was hot and he felt it.

He thrusted his fingers in and out of you faster, and his thumb adding pressure on your clit was the last straw. You threw your head back in pleasure and Ethan pulled you in for a kiss.

You whined in overstimulation when his fingers were still going with the pleasure from your clit.

“If you can go longer without my cock-”

“I can’t..please, I can’t”.

“If you say so.”

The rest of the moment went by in a blur—Ethan picking you up and heading into the bathroom, where he placed you on the counter.

The way he kneeled between your legs, pulling down your wet panties and started placing kisses to your inner thighs—teasing your hole with his finger.

Ethan’s arms moved up and down your legs to keep you down.

His tongue slipped through your folds, and Ethan immediately sucked your arousal in. He fucked his tongue into you as his nose nudged your clit with every movement.

Your head moved up to watch him, his eyes were looking up at you grimly. Letting out a breathy moan when he felt your hand in his curly head of hair.

His hot breath hit your clit, and you whimpered weakly, your thighs closing around his head. Legs shaking uncontrollably.

“So sweet.” He said as he lapped up your juices. When his nose nudged your swollen bud, you came without warning.

The harder you pulled on his hair—the more shaken you were from the pleasure.

He didn’t stop till you were begging, wishing, waiting and ACHING for his dick.

Ethan chuckled and stood up, grabbing a condom from the drawer. The way he tore the silver wrapper with his teeth turned you on even more. He grabbed you by the waist, and your lips are about to touch until he slides into you. His head threw back in pleasure. “Fuck.” He exclaimed, you moaned softly at his slow and sensual pace.

JUST FEELING MY WAY BACK TO YOU

Your sounds were like music to his ears. He gave every fibre in his body to stop himself from completely ruining you.

You felt closer and closer, you then grabbed him by his chin as you propped yourself up with one elbow and gave him an open-mouthed kiss. In the moment of complete bliss, it was just you and him—nothing to interrupt.

Heart fluttering, butterflies in your stomach, the overwhelming pleasure. Sure, you had sex before but not this romantic. You had always liked the idea of sex just not being about pleasure, but a chance to boost intimacy.

SHOW A LITTLE LOVING

SHINE A LITTLE LIGHT ON ME

He gave his all not to start pounding into you up to the point where you got hurt. “Jesus, Eth.” You whine, back arching against him at the growing feeling in your stomach.

“Yeah?”

“You feel so good.”

“You feel even better.” He pressed a light kiss to the tip of your nose. Ethan’s body felt so warm against yours. Warm—curious to do more, and needy.

The mirror behind you had gotten blurry from the steam in the room, it had been filled with panting and moaning.

The sounds of his cock going in and out of you turned you on even more, and you threw your head back at the music to your ears.

Ethan then takes your free hand to run over his chest, until it falls down to his hand. Your fingers lace together, sexual electricity flowing through both your veins.

He brings his mouth to yours after he releases what could be a whimper. Fingers digging into your hips, they’ll for sure leave marks, but your hickeys would be even more noticeable.

He was completely lost in the sensation. Opening up fully for him—you wrap your legs around him, and the new angle was even more torturous.

“I’m close.” He breathes out.

“Do it.”

You didn’t need to repeat yourself, he started pounding into you. Moans were freely leaving both your mouths at this point. Ethan pulls down the strap of your nightgown to show your tits, and he massages them. Stimulating.

The knot in your stomach finally snapped. You let out a moan, but then covered your mouth quickly, in hopes of not waking the others up. Your eyes stared deeply into his, and he grabbed your chin. “Good girl.”

His thrusts were torturous and fast, riding out his high, his curls over you. You fix his hair while he uses you.

“Fuck!” He exclaims, his warmth spilling into the condom, panting. You giggle, breathless.

Ethan leans down and kisses you passionately, it was so different—so intimate. He exhales deeply before pulling out of you, “If I ever get to fuck you raw, it’ll feel even better, sweetheart.” He runs a finger over your cheek, his other hand moving down to grab your ass—squeezing it.

You stare up at him, his eyes blown and hair, a mess.

A shade of pink colored both your cheeks—sweat beads formed.

“At least Mindy won’t know about this.”

“Yet.” You interrupt, “Cool it on being clingy in the morning, either her or Chad will know.”

He giggles and kisses your forehead. You tilted your head as permission, he began kissing down your collarbone and then the sweet spot on your neck was lightly bitten, earning him a muffled moan from you.

He puts his lips to your good ear, your release and the heat making you sensitive—it tickles, “Yes, ma’am.”

Ethan was yours, and you were his. Anything else is unthinkable.

[pierofilm]

L♡VE $CAM (short teaser)

2022 ・ 18+ ・ oneshot — dark romance trope

A young man with a limitless of deceptive images spiraling into the depths of inferno of money, women and deception. With alluring orange lips that came out nothing but unforgivable lies, icy touches with cherry pink cheeks and innocent doe eyes that hold the promise future in it — sympathy, regret nor love was never part of it. That is until he met you.

| CAST: HEESEUNG X FEM! READER

warning: alcohol, substances, degrading, emotional manipulation, money scam, depiction of suicide and stress, hysterical reaction, suggestive touches, bdsm, dirty talks, dry humping, oral sex (f. receiving), dom! heeseung, nipple play, vaginal fingering, slight angst in the end (?) — this teaser only has little smut scenes and also a bit of Sooha LMAO, manipulation, fem! reader slightly forced against her will and a negative view on herself and :3

The full oneshot that's gonna be release may or may not have all the content mentioned above. and a bit more warnings to be updated later.

a/n: nothing in this story can be tolerated nor condoned in reality, remember this is just an ff. It's only meant to satisfy the readers!

Love is blind. Love is a blessing and a curse at the same time. It felt so unreal but at the same time so real as their skin pressed against each other in a slow and sensual rhythm over the past few hours.

A declaration of love escaping their mouths one after another as they dwell in their bliss and pleasure.

His dainty icy fingers trailed down to her face, neck, arms and hips — stroking it as if she was the most fragile thing in the world, to be held and to be comforted, to be protected and loved dearly — a feeling that no one could ever deny nor refuse.

It was a blessing, a miracle, a rare gift that anyone could found in a lifetime. Once seen, should held, once held should be protected, that was what was taught to us a child.

"Sooha?"

Her eyes fluttered open amidst the bliss she was in, "Hm?.."

The tight grip she had on his bare arms had left a nail marks on it, a hiss left his mouth as he pulled her hands off and planted a soft kiss on it earning a sigh of bliss from the girl.

"Thank you."

"For w-what? Ah!" A sudden and soft thrust hits the sweet spot inside her making her eyes roll to the back of her head in complete pleasure.

"For giving me the honour to be one with you tonight." Another thrust, a yelp left the girl's mouth, another gentle kiss on her hands as he continued to do so.

The girl wasn't able to make out of words as she was drowning in the pleasure the man was giving to her, but one thing's for sure; she was in utter heaven, happiness engulfed her being as she couldn't believe that she had strike the jackpot. The lush black hair that had sticked to the young man's forehead due to the sweat trailing down his flushed cheeks, his doe eyes staring deep into her soul — words that she could imagine were written on his eyes; love, genuine love.

"E-.. Ethan, I'm even m-more luckier-" another yelp escape from her mouth as the bed creaked in the process, her fingers interlocked with his in a tight grip. "T-to have you.."

A scream. An utter scream of pleasure emits in the dimly light room one after another.

The night was still young, the moon was still up in the sky bestowing it's pure moonlight on it's people.

Clink, clank.

Clink, clank.

The young man stood in silence as he dressed up himself in his luxury black suit after taking a shower, his eyes lingering on the girl worn out and tired but in a complete satisfaction as she laid her head on the pillow, her hair sticking out all over the pillow as her chest rose and fell.

"Thank you." The young man stood beside the bed with a sweet smile adorning his face as he grabbed the girl's hand, rubbing it in a gentle manner in which she smiled in return, taking in the wonderful sight of her lover.

Her lover. The man she randomly bumped into while rushing to work with a cup of coffee in her hand, resulting in a complete mess on his seemingly expensive suit. An apology she did as she shut her eyes tight while bowing down in complete embarassment, vowing to pay no matter what but to her surprise — it was met with an abashed chuckle, and a pleasant melody of his deep voice flowing through her ears "It's okay, you can perhaps repay me back with a favour someday?"

And with that, she raised her head looking up only to see the man in question rubbing his neck with his lip pressed in a tight manner as he opened it again, voicing his innocent request, "See that restaurant over there?"

Across the street, there stands a highly expensive restaurant with people in a classy attire entering and exiting with a shiny black car being opened for them.

Something she could never dreamed of getting her cheap brown heels into.

"I- I couldn't-" gulping in utter embarassment, unable to finish her words.

"No, I wasn't implying that!" A chuckle escaped from his sweet orange lips that flashes a questionable thought right through her mind, his lips must taste sweet isn't?

Eyes widening in the process, ashamed of what she had thought over a complete stranger she had met on a street.

"I was saying, I'll treat you to a dinner and perhaps get to know each other?"

She couldn't believe what she had heard, jaw dropping over the request of this man in front of her. Tall and beaming, nearly looking like almost a giant if he had even tried to close the distance between them again. His lush black hair flowing along with the gentle wind with grace as it covers parts of his innocent bright eyes that crinkled in the little smiles, almost resembling the half moon. He looks intimidating at first sight which answers the fact why she was so afraid at first, but she couldn't believe how shy he was. Almost like an innocent boy in a grown man's body, his little habits of biting his lip as he couldn't supressed the slight grin appearing on his lips.

Despite the obvious damage she had done to his suit.

She chuckled, clearing her throat as she, too, realise her slightly flushed cheeks over the hot young man in front of her, "I don't know your name yet, and you're asking me out for a dinner? Wouldn't be too straightforward?.. Especially your suit.."

"N-no! No. Don't worry about it, I could get a new one. I could always get a new one." a slight chuckle emits in the air as he looked down and then raising it to look her deep in the eyes, "But I don't know if I could ever get the chance to meet someone like you again."

A thud. A two. Then a third. Her heartbeat jumped in surprise and blood rushing up to her cheeks further flushing the faint like tomato on her face.

"My name's Ethan, how about yours?"

A short and seemingly innocent requests which then turn into flirty remarks, a simple exchange of name which leads to a whole new chapter- no a book, a whole new world seemingly like a fairy tale one.

Ethan, he was a perfect picture of a kind-hearted and gentle prince from the fairy tale books and she was the damsel in distress.

In which he often corrects it as his queen. His queen that he promises the world and everything in it.

And tonight was the night they sealed their fates to each other, just a day before their grand wedding in private and expensive wedding venue and before his family, her soon to be in-laws. Imagining herself in the big and lacy patterned wedding dress she had tried on a week before, the price tag on it that she swore she could never pay until she dies, and the cinderella-like heels that costs over a thousand jewels embedded into it which was specifically made for her.

Who could've thought a simple accident with a coffee could turn into a fairy tale book?

Or so she thought.

Love is blind.

Low chuckle emits in the air, sighing blissfully as he couldn't help but be baffled over the worn out girl on the bed.

One simple declaration of love and she had already allowed him to shoved himself deeper within her save haven. Her safe haven that she willfully gave him over a few sweet promises.

A family, a perfect man, a promised life and future, and money.

Truly, it baffles him that a simple words tainted with a promise for the future and a dose of pleasant tone, sweet to hear and tasty to consume does the young girl beneath him were enough to be drunk on the love he was giving onto her.

His once love-filled eyes turned into a heavy dark and sinister ones as he let the girl fell into her slumber.

This was just the beginning of his plan.

Days passed in a complete agony and impatience as Sooha sat on the edge of the bed with the phone on her hand, red eyes brimming in tears as she bit her nails in fear of her lover's life on the other side of the line.

"W-what? They are hunting you down? For what? What did you even do? Why would they?!"

Questions one after another, with almost half of them left unanswered.

"I don't know." Sooha's heart broke down into pieces as she was forced to hear her lover's cry of pain, she could only imagine how he look like right now. Bruised and ragged, worn out and no one by his side accompany him through his troubles. "I need you. I really need you r-right now, Sooha- we only have each other right now."

And of course, she exclaimed her love for him without much thought. Of course, he was her lover.

"Ethan, don't worry. I won't leave you. Tell me. Tell me how can I help you?!"

Silence.

"E-Ethan?"

"I-i.. need some money. I couldn't use my credit card because they could trace me down and who knows what could t-they do to me, Sooha.." a couple of sniffs and then another bawls of tears emits on the other side of the line.

"M-money? You say?" She hesitated but continued, "H-how much?"

A day turned into a two, a week turned into a month. A month turned into a year.

By then, it was too late when she realised.

Too late, too late.

She had been fooled as her grip tightens around her phone, screaming and bawling in tears as she punched her chest countless of times, choking in her tears unable to bring out any words. Her heart felt like it it was stomped mercilessly, broken into pieces as she had couldn't believe what had happened. Not only her heart, her body, or her undying love she had given but every last bit of her hard-earned money were given to that man she called her 'lover'.

Her lover that she loved so much that she spent day and night taking out loans from every place she could ever think of for him, just for him. Him.

But how atrocious it was when one day he didn't answer her phone calls nor her texts messages. He was gone without a trace in the world. She reported it off to the police at once still in hopes that this might not be the case, and that he'd only got into an minor accident unexplainable things could've happen, but no.

In the depths of the crawling fear in her mind, she was right.

She was fooled.

"Ms. Sooha, the guy you've been meeting this entire time was not the guy you think he was—"

Shattered she was, broken to her core with the tears unable to form in her eyes anymore due to the atrocious betrayal she had been cursed upon to.

She knew it was her fault too.

She thought she had strike the jackpot; the perfect prince, her prince.

Foolish indeed.

And her perfect prince has his newly bought leather shoes go on a walk across the street in a bright sunny day, his attire consisting of a white plain shirt with a few buttons off, revealing a bit of his toned chest with his dark brown jacket thrown over his right shoulder. His once perfectly straightened hair was now messy almost resembling your handsome neighbour next door.

Heeseung takes in the fresh fragrance of the city, whistling in a carefree way as he walked across the street, passing each and different lady taking a quick glances at him and some was bold enough to approach him and ask for his number.

This was nothing new for him, in fact, it's now part of his daily life. To dig in the money of the countless of women who had taken an interest in him, their manicured fingers stroking his face as he held their other hand planting yet another soft kiss with a shy confession.

He knew what they wanted, and he gave it to them. A hot young man that perfectly fits every women's ideal type; tall, innocent eyes but with intimidating aura, a man that could protect you and held you close in his embrace as he profess his undying love for you.

A perfect copy of a fairy tale prince, or the perfect dream, to be exact. A dream that was too good to be true and yet—

And yet, they're still fallen for it with a big and wide smile on their face and he knew that their hearts and their minds were running with what if's and how is this possible, and just like that, he'll manipulate them and turned his words into their very unique piece of fairy tale.

Heeseung was baffled again, those girls thought that they had strike the jackpot. They thought they were the player of the game, and that they had won and conquered the finest and valuable chess piece; him.

But what they didn't know was that he was the owner and the maker of the chess board. The game and the player themselves both functions in his will and desires. He pulled the player's strings on and off, left and right, up and down and they felt that they were dancing in bliss with their own will — not aware that they were just a marionette dancing like a foolish in their own dreams.

"H-help me!" Heeseung's thoughts were snapped into thin air as he turned to the fragile voice hidden in the depths of the dark alley.

So weak, so small. How pathetic as he stared at the young girl forced against her will as a man amongst his other friends rubbed his body against her on the wall.

"Don't you think you're getting a bit too overboard here?" Heeseung smiled a little as the man stopped immediately upon hearing him, his face splattered with annoyance all over it.

"None of your business. If you don't wanna get beaten up to a pulp then get lost."

Heeseung took notice of the girl's frame, and he could only supressed his chuckle as his guesses were right; small, weak and fragile. The plain brown buttoned shirt that were ripped in half almost showing your inner top, your floral skirt that covered down to your knee and your old-fashioned shoes.

You.

Everything about you speaks the lowest and deepest point of human's social status.

You weep silently as you turned to the man you could perhaps call your saviour if he don't change his mind right now and your breathe hitched at the breathtaking sight of him. You wish you could take a picture of him right now but you were sure nothing could capture his beauty.

In a split moment, you felt like you were nothing compared to him. Everything about him speaks to you that your gonna never be able to touch him with your dirty stained hands.

He was clean and you were dirty.

"Do you know him?" He speaks to you and you felt as if your tongue was cut off over how he softly speaks to you as if you were a feather bound to be broken anytime.

You stayed silent.

"Fuck, just get lost. I bought her with my own fucking money so she's mine. If you want one, go to that- fuck what's the name again?"

You tightened your grip on your skirt, clenching it in utter embarassment.

"Whatever, listen here. That brothel is just right over there so just turn your dumb head and get lost, okay bro?"

You yelp in pain when the man leans in to pepper kisses on your neck again, you were too weak to kick him off, to weak to do anything. You were so weak it pains you so much and especially him.

"The fuck do you want?!" It happens in a blink of an eye when you realise the man who had assaulted you were hit with a full blown punch resulting in him falling on the ground with a loud thud. "Fuck you! Who the fuck do you think you are?!"

"Well? You're forcing her against her will, that's basically consent now, right?" Heeseung tilted his head in a mocking manner as he clicked his tongue inside his cheek. This was odd. He shouldn't have done that.

So why?

His veins felt like it was on raging fire and his hand clenched to the point his knuckles had gone white. He didn't know why he were so affected and tensed up over what happen.

But seeing you there all messed up because of them gave him such a uneasy feeling, the moment you raised your eyes to look at him — it made him felt something weird.

"Huh?!!!"

"It means I don't need your fucking consent to teach you a lesson, bastard!!" You watched as chaos unfolds in front of you.

"No! No! Please stop! Don't—" your cries of protests were ignored by him.

Chaos it was, you were sure there was no way he could fight against the many of them.

The tight grip on your floral skirt has loosen as you watched them with a deep fear splattered on your face and eyes shutting tight to avoid the horrific sight unraveling before you, you immediately raised your palms — a helpless attempt to cover your face with your dirt stained hands.

It was scary, you couldn't take it in as you were in utter fear as your ears were forced to hear the cries of pain who god knows who.

It was unbearable, you were too weak. Too precious for this world. Too fragile to live in this world.

Too small, too weak, too . . .

— too bad.

Your lips slowly tugged up in the slightest grins behind the hands covering your sinister eyes.

"Looks like we got ourself another victim." you thought to yourself, chuckling lowly as you opened the gap of your fingers which revealed your eyes to the sweet and hot chaos before you.

Him.

📌author's note: love it? feedbacks no matter how short or long would be so nice and lovely <3 thank u for reading ^^ I'm too busy w my studies and everything so I couldn't update, this is what I could write for the month.

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A Long Overdue RE bot dump #5

Has it almost been a month? Maybe, but I come with good news. Janitor llm now works for me so I can start transferring some of my bots onto there. I'm definitely not going to do all of them because after this batch that would literally be over 50 bots and I think I would lose my mind if I did. Also, I'm now making Ada Wong bots! In my next batch I'll start making some Claire bots (which will be a lot sooner, I promise!)

Ada Wong x Reader

Ada prided herself on her lack of emotion and attachment to others. At least she once thought, because here she is now. Sitting idly with a newspaper across her knee, watching you from afar. ”I’m just making sure that they’re sticking to our agreement. That’s all.” She mumbles to herself in an attempt to clear her mind, but another glance at you is all that it takes for a feeling of warmth to bloom in her chest. Something that she hasn’t felt in years. Not since Ada had first met you.

RE:2R!Ada Wong x Reader

“This is getting old.” Ada huffs as she steps out of the SWAT vehicle. Despite the sunglasses covering her eyes you can tell that she is growing increasingly annoyed with constantly running into you. “Saving your ass. That’s twice.” She doesn’t even bother to look back at you when she says it and continues to walk away, her heels click against the concrete, echoing with each stride.

Ada Wong x Mercenary!Reader

The vial containing the sample gleams in the pale moonlight, glinting like a priceless ruby on display in a museum. And it’s all yours for the taking. Your employer will be pleased to say the least. Before you could pocket the vial, the cocking of a gun followed by light footsteps fills the space of the room. “I wouldn’t touch that if I were you.”

Ada Wong x Reader

Quietly Ada heads inside the bedroom taking note of your sleeping form snuggled under the covers. A small smile tugs her lips as she gently brushed a strand of hair away from your face and presses a soft kiss to your temple. “I’m home.” She whispers softly before changing out of her mercenary gear and slipping under the sheets with you.

RE:8!Chris Redfield x Reader

The bed dips and mattress springs groan in protest at the sudden addition of weight. The warmth of the plush blankets that encompass you have been replaced by an arm that gently wraps around you as well as steady puffs of hot air that roll against your skin. The familiar scent of smoke and whiskey fills your nose, causing you to stir from your slumber and look at the man beside you. “Sorry.” Chris grunts out apologetically after realising that he had woken you up.

Post RE:8!Ethan Winters x Reader

It’s another late night for you and your lover as you’re both tangled under the covers in the darkness of your room, the only light present being the moon that gleams through the tiny gaps of the curtains. The slivers of light illuminate the cool metal of Ethan’s prosthetic fingers and his eyes. The soft symphony of your breaths fill the shared space between you while you simply gaze at each other in your own little bubble of time, safe from harm.

Ethan Winters x Reader

“Do you think we’d be good parents?” Ever since Ethan took you out to that restaurant and saw a family with a little baby in a high chair, chewing away at some mashed potatoes while giggling and flailing their tiny arms in excitement, it got Ethan thinking. No. It got Ethan yearning to be able to hold his own bundle of joy in his arms with his loving partner by his side. “You know I’d spoil them rotten, babe.” Ethan sighs dreamily while twirling his wedding band around his finger.

Leon Kennedy x Reader

Without even saying a word, Leon crawls under the covers of your shared bed and brings you into his arms, burying and nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck and inhaling deeply. The mission was a success, which is hardly a surprise for the president’s golden boy, but at what cost? Leon’s eyes screw shut while his grip on you tightens when he thinks back to it. It all happened in such a short amount of time, yet what was left behind has burnt itself into his mind for eternity.

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Heyy! I like your headcanons a lot, and I think I saw request were open, so I just thought how would you think the Moonlight lovers boys (+ Leandra and farah) would react to MC being a werewolf? Thanks for reading my request :) -🪷

MC is a Werewolf :

Hi! How are you? I hope you are well! ^^

Here's the headcanons you requested! I hope you enjoy it! ^^

Take care of yourself and have a nice day! ^^

Vladimir :

It was cold when you arrived at the manor, a real storm was raging in the forest and several tree branches had already landed in the garden when Vladimir heard you knock on the door. Of course, he immediately invited you in, despite his distrust of you. He didn't immediately realise that you were a werewolf, you look far too much like a human and he doesn't have a good sense of smell, but even if you had only been a human, he couldn't have left you out in that storm - it was far too dangerous and he didn't want to risk you getting hurt because he refused to help you.

You told him you were a werewolf after he passed you a towel to dry you off and after you've sat down in front of the fireplace to warm up.

He's a bit wary at first, as you werewolves are known to be impulsive and hot-blooded. He remembers very well the time he had to come between Aaron and Beliath, one night when the incubus had pushed poor Aaron too far (don't ask him how he found the courage to come between Béliath and an angry werewolf, he has no idea). Even if you don't seem aggressive, he knows that the phases of the moon play a big part in your mood and he needs a little time to feel secure in your presence.

But after spending some time together, he realises that you're no more temperamental than Aaron and that you've got a good handle on your emotions. So he's not really afraid of making you angry any more - well, he's not trying to make you angry, but he's not afraid of the consequences if you disagree about something.

After spending time with you, he'll even become a little curious. He'll know that lone werewolves are pretty rare, because living in a pack gives you a great deal of protection in all areas, whether it's a question of health or protection against hunters of supernatural creatures. He will no doubt ask you questions about this at some point, but he won't insist if you refuse to answer.

As with Aaron, he always tries to lighten your workload a few days before a full moon and a few days after. Having lived with Aaron for so long, he knows that this period is always complicated for you, both physically and mentally, and he doesn't want to add to it by asking you to do too many things.

He really enjoys walking with you in the forest, even if you have more energy than he does. He really doesn't know how you manage to walk for so long without collapsing from exhaustion on the way home. After every walk with you, his legs get heavy and sore and it takes him the rest of the night to recover. Maybe it amuses you a little, but in any case, he's always grateful when you bring him a cup of tea in the living room while he's resting.

One night, there was no wood left to light the fire in the fireplace because Ethan had forgotten to cut some in the forest. You found the poor Vladimir shivering in the sitting room with his blanket over his shoulders. You felt a little sorry for him, even more so as he pulled the blanket tighter around his shoulders. After smiling at him, you decided to turn into a wolf and warm him with your fur. Vladimir really appreciated the gesture, and even fell asleep without realising it (he was a bit embarrassed afterwards and kept blushing).

Béliath :

He was with Vladimir when he opened the door for you. He would have let you in if Vladimir hadn't done so anyway. Staying outside in such a storm meant running the risk of getting hurt trying to cross the forest, which was why he hadn't gone to the Moondance that evening. Unlike Vladimir, he very quickly realised that you were a werewolf, almost immediately in fact, you had a similar aura and smell to Aaron. He went straight away to get you a towel so you could dry off while Vladimir led you into the small living room so you could warm up in front of the fireplace.

Even though he's a bit wary because of the Farah thing, he's very quick to be friendly with you. After all, you had nothing to do with it and there's little chance that you'll come to hurt Aaron too. What's more, it's not every day that he gets to meet a werewolf. Your kind rarely venture near towns, preferring the tranquillity of the countryside.

He's curious, though, about what you do on your own. Aaron has often told him that lone werewolves aren't very common, even more so these days when even the smallest wolf is hunted down to be slaughtered; living in a pack is often a question of survival during the full moons. He also knows that the pack is essential to your survival against the hunters of supernatural creatures. He won't insist if you refuse to answer his questions though, even if he's still curious enough to try and find out what you've told the others.

He tries not to get on your nerves as the full moon approaches, not because he's afraid of your reaction, but if he did get on your nerves, he knows he'd be shouted at by the others. What's more, if you really did get so angry that you turned, he'd probably have to rely partly on Aaron to defend himself, and he knows that the wolf would gut him if he were forced to fight you to protect him.

He often invites you to come to the Moondance with him, introduces you to his friends there and shows you around. He hopes you'll stay long enough to see the themed evenings that the Moondance sometimes organises (his favourite is Halloween).

He loves going for walks with you in the forest. The problem is that you have as much energy as Aaron, and even though he's quite sporty, Beliath can't understand how you manage to walk for so long without getting exhausted. More often than not, after your walk, he'll collapse into a nice hot bath.

He was waiting with you for Ethan at the edge of the forest. The doctor was running a little late and he hadn't planned to wait outside for so long, so Béliath had nothing but his white shirt to keep warm, and you kept seeing him shivering and blowing on his hands to try and keep warm. You felt a little sorry for the poor vampire as he told you he was going to ask Ethan to lend him his jacket to make up for taking so long. He turned to you when you told him you could sort it out, before you turned into a wolf, but he didn't hesitate to come and snuggle up to you. Your fur was soft and he felt like he was wrapped in a cocoon of warmth.

Ivan :

Ivan was at the top of the stairs when you entered the manor and he immediately went to take refuge in his room for fear that you might be a human he might hurt unintentionally. So he didn't listen at all to the discussion you had with Beliath and Vladimir, nor did he understand that you were a werewolf.

He spent several days wondering why the others were letting a human live with them in the manor, and it was Aaron who finally told him the truth. He felt much more reassured once he'd found out. He spent all that time afraid of attacking you but if you were a werewolf then you were safe from a young vampire like him.

Ivan is rather curious, he hasn't often met a werewolf and even though he knows Aaron, he'd be happy to ask you a few questions, as the wolf isn't always very talkative on the subject.

He notices your change in mood as the full moon approaches, but as he's used to Aaron he knows what to do and avoids making you angry. Sometimes he'll even offer you things that you enjoy or offer to come to his room to get some peace and quiet if you need it, and he'll avoid asking you any questions during this time.

He's impressed by your sense of smell and your ability to track people. He knows that werewolves have a much more powerful sense of smell than vampires, but there's a big difference between knowing it and seeing it in action. He asks you for a lot of advice on this subject and will be very happy if you try to teach him how to follow a trail.

He always enjoys long walks in the forest with you, even if it's hard for him to keep up with you, as you seem tireless and know all the secrets of the forest like the back of your hand. He's also impressed by your knowledge of flora and fauna and asks you lots of questions about it. Apart from Aaron, he doesn't know anyone who knows as much as you do.

He's still feeling a bit embarrassed about the whole thing, even though he really appreciated your attention. He hurt himself when he went for a walk in the woods with you. His ankle was in terrible pain and he couldn't put his foot on the ground without tears of pain in his eyes. You offered to help him walk to the manor house, but he couldn't stand for more than a few seconds. Ivan felt ridiculously weak and he felt as if he'd ruined your outing together by having hurt himself stupidly.

When you offered to turn yourself into a werewolf and carry him on your back to the manor house, at first he stammered an incomprehensible answer, Ethan would probably laugh at him if he saw him like that, but you insisted, promising him that you wouldn't let the doctor make fun of him, and he finally agreed. He was afraid at first that he wouldn't be able to stand on your back and that he would make an even bigger fool of himself if he fell, but you walked slowly. Your fur was very soft under his fingers and he felt really safe that way.

Aaron :

Aaron knew straight away that you were a werewolf, whether it was your smell or your aura, it was obvious to him. Of course, it's quite surprising that you're alone - there aren't many lone werewolves, as the vast majority of you prefer life in a pack - but he's quite happy to welcome you to the manor. It's not every day that he gets to talk to people of his own kind, and that does him a lot of good.

He makes sure that none of his flatmates bother you by asking too many personal questions, and even if he's curious about why you're on your own, he doesn't ask you anything about it so as not to make you feel uncomfortable. The only thing he's really worried about is whether you're a danger to his friends, and as that doesn't seem to be the case, then everything's fine.

He really enjoys spending time with you, you understand him in a way that the other members of the manor cannot. It's not always easy being a hybrid and he knows that some of his werewolf behaviour can be a bit scary for people who aren't used to dealing with them. You know exactly what he's talking about when he tells you that he feels moody as the full moon approaches, you know that it's not something you or he can control and that it's only the moment of transformation that's approaching.

You both go for very long walks in the forest. He can't walk for that long with his flatmates - they all wear themselves out after a while, even Beliath and Ethan, who are quite sporty. So walking with you is a real sense of liberation. He doesn't see the time passing and you regularly find yourself walking all night and having to rush back to the manor before sunrise so Aaron doesn't get burnt.

Having someone to joke with about the pain of the transformation tends to make it less unpleasant, and it's also reassuring to know that he's not the only one suffering. He feels less isolated and, above all, understood when you both return to the manor completely exhausted by your transformation and wanting to sleep for days on end.

It had been so long since he'd experienced a full moon with one of his own that he was a little afraid he wouldn't know how to act, but it all came back naturally. Running together under the moon, feeling the wind in his fur, racing through the forest, howling at the moon, finding a safe place to fall asleep against you. People don't realise how dangerous being a lone werewolf can be, you can't really sleep at the risk of being shot by a human or a supernatural creature hunter with you it feels much more serene and safe.

Raphaël :

He was reading in the library when you arrived. He quickly came to meet you. But, like Vladimir, he didn't immediately understand what you were. He could tell you were a supernatural creature by the aura you gave off, but Raphaël hasn't met enough werewolves to recognise their aura and smell. So he asked Beliath once he was alone with him.

He was a bit wary of you at first, even though he trusts Aaron. It wasn't meant to be mean, but werewolves aren't known for their calmness and he was a little afraid of unintentionally upsetting you. After all, he knows Aaron pretty well and he knows how to calm him down when the wolf is angry or in a bad mood, he's even often the one who mediates, but he doesn't know you very well at the moment.

But that doesn't stop him from being friendly, and he tries to come and talk to you regularly and spend some time with you to get to know you. After talking to you for a while, he'll suggest that you come and have a rest in the library with him if you're feeling irritated. It's one of the quietest rooms in the house and normally nobody should disturb you there.

He's a bit curious and wonders why you don't live in a pack like most werewolves. He won't ask you about it, though, and prefers you to bring it up on your own - he doesn't want to make you feel uncomfortable.

He loves walking with you, of course, but given his blindness, he has to concentrate harder than his roommates to avoid tripping over roots and it's not always very practical to move around in the woods with his white cane. He might agree to come more often if you guide him.

You'd had enough conversations with Raphaël to know that he was prone to anxiety attacks. Fortunately, in this manor, vampires stick together and on the occasions when it happened in your presence, there was always one of his housemates to help him calm down. That wasn't the case tonight, you'd been out hunting and had just returned. Beliath had gone into town with Vladimir to buy flowers, Aaron had gone hunting with Ivan and Ethan had gone out without warning. You didn't really know what had triggered Raphaël's anxiety attack, perhaps the fact of being completely alone in the manor. At first, you tried to soothe him by talking to him and stroking his back, but it didn't work. Then you had an idea.

This is something you often do as a werewolf, when a member of the pack is having an anxiety or panic attack in human form. You transformed into a wolf before resting your head on his hands. At first, the vampire gasped as he felt your fur against his fingers, but then he relaxed as he remembered that it was you who were with him. Raphaël sat down on the floor to stand closer to you, his breathing slowly calmed and he began to feel better. You stayed like that until Aaron and Ivan returned to the manor.

Ethan :

He was locked in his room when you arrived and didn't come out all night because of the storm. So it was Aaron who told him that you were a werewolf the next day. He also asked him to leave you alone and not to have fun trying to make you angry, so Aaron spoke into thin air.

Ethan spends the first few days trying to piss you off, luckily you have good self-control. You're a bit obliged as a werewolf, you can't afford to hurt everyone who pisses you off. Your calmness, however, only encourages Ethan to continue his nonsense, despite your and Aaron's repeated requests for him to stop.

Of course, one night close to the full moon, you couldn't keep your cool any longer. Ethan had never been aware of the brute strength of a werewolf, but now he has no doubt that you're much stronger than he is. Fortunately, Aaron intervened to separate you and you went out into the forest to try and regain your composure.

To say it calmed him down is an understatement, but at least he's no longer trying to make you angry every night. He avoids you a bit after that but comes back to you once he's sure you're not going to attack him again.

Finally, he's a bit more interested in you. He's noticed that, like Aaron and himself, you're an excellent hunter. He likes to ask you questions about it, or have competitions with you to see which of you can find an object the fastest.

You had just left the manor to take a walk in the forest with Ethan when fireworks started bursting in the sky. There was no party going on in town, or anything like that. So you assumed they were probably humans celebrating a birthday. It shouldn't have had any consequences and you were about to suggest going deeper into the forest so as not to be disturbed by the noise when you noticed that Ethan was breathing heavily and finally let himself slide against a tree. You knew a panic attack when you saw one.

Despite your best efforts to calm him down, the vampire didn't seem to hear you and you couldn't convince him to move and go back to the manor. You briefly considered the idea of going back to the manor to look for one of his friends before changing your mind. You couldn't leave him alone in the forest in this state. Running out of ideas, you transformed yourself into a wolf before slipping your head under his trembling hands, which worked much better than you'd hoped, Ethan grabbing your fur before closing his eyes. You stayed like that until the fireworks finally stopped and the vampire was breathing more steadily again. He felt a little ridiculous for panicking in front of you and, of course, made you swear not to tell anyone at the manor, but your presence also reassured him greatly.

Neil :

You met him when he came to shelter from the storm in the same cave as you, and to pass the time while you waited for the storm to calm down you had a little chat together. Neil didn't have the slightest doubt that you were a werewolf, between your aura and your smell, it was obvious and you knew just as well that Neil was a vampire. Most of the time, this kind of encounter is complicated; vampires are wary of werewolves because of your warm blood and also your brute strength. Although vampires have powerful psychic powers, you'll always outstrip them in strength. However, you don't need to worry Neil, he knows he's strong enough to take you on in a pinch.

The rain didn't stop and by morning it was clear that Neil was going to have to spend the day sleeping in the cave. So you assured him that he could sleep in safety and that you would wake him if anything hostile came near you. At first, the vampire was a little wary, but it's only been a short time since he left the cellar, so he couldn't resist sleeping.

The rain didn't stop until the following night and when at last there was a lull Neil offered to give you the hotel in town as a thank you for making sure you didn't both get attacked during the day. You chatted all the way to town and didn't really leave until the next day.

You met Neil a second time, a few days later in the same situation. ‘You again, I guess we were made to meet in a damp old cave’ you joked when you saw him. The vampire laughed at your remark and you resumed your discussions as you had last time, though unlike last time, the weather was turning to winter and the temperatures had cooled considerably. During the night, the rain turned into a kind of heavy snow and the temperature dropped again.

You knew that in your wolf form, you could stand the cold much better, but before transforming you suggested to Neil that he come closer to you to take advantage of your fur to keep warm, the vampire initially refused, not wanting to take any risks, after all, he didn't know you well enough to be sure that you wouldn't hurt him. But the temperature continued to drop, and this was not good for his muscles and joints, still weak from the time he'd spent in the cellar, and a stabbing pain reigned throughout his body.

After a few more hesitations, he moved to come against you. Your fur was warm under his fingers as you moved around trying to keep the old vampire warm. He slowly felt his muscles and joints relax with the warmth. It felt good, he'd forgotten how much heat your kind can give off compared to a vampire.

Léandra :

You met by chance when Léandra came to visit her brother at the manor. She was surprised to see a new face but quickly realised that you were a werewolf like Aaron. It immediately piqued her curiosity.

She's as inquisitive as ever, and Léandra can't stop asking you questions or wanting to know what you're doing, where you're from, why you're a lone werewolf or why you've come to live with the boys in the manor. In short, she doesn't give you a moment's peace and she seems to have forgotten all about Aaron, who is her usual target.

You avoid her a little because of this at first, not that you don't like her, but you don't particularly want to reveal your whole life to a stranger, and a succubus at that. Eventually, she calms down a little as she realises you're avoiding her and also thanks to repeated requests from Beliath.

As time goes by, she gets to know you better and you spend more and more time together. Léandra is as inquisitive as ever, but she's much less insistent about getting answers and, above all, she gives you a bit of time to yourself.

She sometimes takes you for walks in the forest, but she mostly insists that you come with her into town, whether to nightclubs or concerts. She doesn't really like walks in the forest, well, she doesn't hate it, but she prefers more festive places.

She also likes to give you challenges, which are usually a bit silly, but it's hard not to join in. She especially likes to challenge you to find her. Thanks to your sense of smell, she knows that the question is not whether you'll find her, but how long it will take you to find her.

It's always the same when you're stalking someone in your wolf form, your human mind gives way to pure instinct. Léandra's scent is easy to follow - succubi have a distinctive scent that is easily detected by other supernatural species. You follow her trail through the forest without the slightest difficulty, you end up finding her every time.

Farah :

It's quite common for a pack to take in a lone werewolf for a while. So, of course, you had no trouble convincing Farah to let you live with them for a while. You simply introduced yourself to the pack and asked if they would accept travellers among them, then settled into the camp as if you'd always been there.

Farah doesn't really ask you about yourself and your past, or why you're travelling alone and where you want to go. She knows that the vast majority of lone werewolves don't easily share information about themselves, so as long as you don't represent any risk to the pack you can stay with them for as long as you like.

What's more, even though you're a lone wolf, you never hesitate to do the pack a favour, and Farah is grateful for all the help you give them, whether it's hunting or keeping the fire burning. What's more, you've quickly become very popular with the pack's children, who are both impressed that you're travelling the world alone and frightened - you must be really strong and powerful if you manage to travel the world alone without being terrified.

In the evenings, you often get together with the pack around the fire to tell stories or play music. It's always quite enjoyable and one of the many advantages of living in a pack.

Farah enjoys going for walks in the forest with you, it's always nice to get to know new people and lone wolves like you always have interesting adventures to tell, she enjoys the discussions she can have with you and your company. She also often goes hunting with you.

It was cold at this time of year and the campfire you had built for the pack couldn't keep you warm, so the vast majority of pack members had chosen to transform into wolves to cope better with the cold. After a final check with Farah to make sure nothing was going to disturb your sleep, you also transformed to take refuge with the others near the fire. Farah came to snuggle up to you, you felt her muzzle press against your fur and you could hear her heartbeat nearby.

[divinecoya]

Only His

Summary: Ethan’s jealousy gets the best of him and it leads to you upset and him angry at himself

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Very brief mention of blood,  g!n but the reader is wearing makeup, mean!Ethan, gf!Ethan I think???, cursing angst, possessive Ethan, hurt/comfort

A/N: I have not written a fic in years literally so this probably isn’t the greatest, I am welcome to constructive feedback because I definitely need to improve. I meant this to be fluffier but it's kinda sad!!!

Ethan hated parties. He hates the smell, the loud, obnoxious music, and the number of people fucking everywhere. He loves you though, so when you begged him to go out with you, he agreed without hesitating. Now, he stood clinging onto you like a lost puppy while you talked and laughed with Chad. Ethan doesn’t understand what Chad said that was so funny that your head was thrown back and you wiped your eyes, trying not to ruin your makeup. Ethan loved your laugh, but only when he was making you laugh. He couldn’t stand the thought of anyone that wasn’t him making you feel this sort of way. Chad was an all-around great guy, but his looks definitely outweighed his smarts, which was probably why he didn’t notice the death glare Ethan was sending him. He felt a pang of sadness in his heart when he realized you had barely even looked in his direction since you two arrived at the frat party. 

"Need air" He mumbled into your ear, not even checking to see if you heard him as he sped away. 

He wanted to kill him; he wanted to make sure Chad couldn’t even breathe in his lover's direction because you were his, not Chad’s. Thoughts of Chad taking you away from him made Ethan clench his fists together so hard that he left marks. He bumped into the dancing bodies as he gasped for air, not caring how Mindy looked at him suspiciously or that you called his name, not understanding his urgency to leave. 

Finally, he ended up outside, his back pressed against the car that was parked in the driveway. He tried to slow his breathing by acknowledging the things he could see: couples making out in the grass, the full moon in the sky, the frat house flashing with bright lights, the sliver of blood on his hands from him tearing the skin with his nails, and you. 

You stood on the porch, scanning the area, looking for your boyfriend. You barely heard what he said before he left so suddenly, too busy reminiscing about your childhood with Chad, the boy you had known before you could walk. You felt bad for not realizing how uncomfortable your boyfriend might have been in the crowded party. 

"Oh baby," you cooed, walking up to Ethan as you saw the pout on his face. 

Ethan wanted to fall into your arms and never let you go, but he couldn’t. You betrayed him, you didn’t really love him, you couldn’t love a loser like him. You deserved to be with someone as handsome and funny as Chad, not him.

 "Don’t fucking touch me," Ethan said with a wobbly voice. "Shouldn’t you be all over your boyfriend Chad?" You stood in shock and confusion as your sweet boyfriend said those horrible things to you. Why was he speaking to you like that, what did you do to hurt him? 

"Ethan, what are you talking about?" You held back tears as your boyfriend scoffed and looked down at you. 

"Stop acting all innocent; if you want him so bad, you can have him," Ethan spat. He didn’t mean the things he was saying; he hates the idea of you leaving him for someone else, but the words wouldn’t stop until it was too late. 

"Why are you being so mean?" was the only thing you could say before walking away, just wanting to be out of his sight and needing to be alone. 

Fuck. 

He had to ruin the only good thing he had; he wanted to go after you but couldn’t, not just yet. He was shaking as the adrenaline of the anger started to wear off, and he felt like complete shit. Ethan compared himself to his father; everything he did was something his dad had done to him, the yelling and the ignorance. He hated his father and would lose it if you hated him the same way. 

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You laid curled up in your bed, your mascara running down your eyes as you cried for what seemed like forever. You loved Ethan, and you thought he loved you just as much—or more than you did. Then why did he say that to you? You wiped your tears with the tissue your roommate Anika left for you before hesitantly going to meet her girlfriend at the party. When you tossed the now black tissue in the trash, you heard a gentle knock at your door. You frowned at the door, knowing it could’ve been ghostface or your boyfriend, and in the moment, you wished and wished it was the brutal murderer. You believed that you could face ghostface before you could even look in your boyfriend's direction. The door slowly opened, and your boyfriend peeked inside, quickly walking towards you when he saw black smudges under your eyes. 

"Angel," he started softly, looking into your glossy eyes for approval to sit on the bed next to you. You broke eye contact, looking anywhere but him as the tears threatened to spill. You couldn’t look at him without thinking about what happened earlier, the moment playing in your head over and over. 

"I’m so so so sorry." He said, putting emphasis on the sorry, "I’m so mean to my pretty baby; I didn’t even think about my words before I spoke, and I hurt you." You wanted to stay mad at him, but the way he was fidgeting and trying to catch your eyes made you know that he meant it. Relief filled your body as you realized he didn’t hate you, that your overthinking was wrong, and that you would be in his embrace once again. 

You made eye contact with him, grabbing his hands and pulling him closer. Ethan knew exactly what you wanted and moved over to the head of the bed and pulled you into his lap, cradling and slowly rocking you like a baby.

 "I don’t want you to talk to me like that again," You said quietly but loud enough for Ethan to hear every word, "I thought you didn’t love me any-" Before you could finish that sentence, Ethan gently placed his lips against yours and silenced you with a kiss. When he pulled back, he stroked your cheek, and he furrowed his brows, angry at himself for making you think that God awful thought.

 "Angel I will never ever stop loving you; you are mine forever, you understand?" Gazing into your eyes once again as you nodded, making sure you really understood what he meant. Maybe he doesn’t deserve you, but he needed you and he knew you needed him. You were his and his only; not Chad’s, not the frat guys that stared at you as soon as you entered the party, not anyone's but his.

[allwaswell16]

One Direction fan fics with a character who is a single parent as requested in this ask. If you enjoy the fics, please leave kudos and comments for the writers! You can find my other fic recs here. Happy reading!

—Louis/Harry—

the wonderlands by stylinsoncity / @aliensingucci

(M, 150k, music au) Harry's daughter, Andy, is signed to Louis' girl band. Her path to success is marked by competition, chaos, and for Harry, a love affair.

Just Pretend by @kingsofeverything

(E, 90k, silver fox fic) Louis Tomlinson is a divorced dad who doesn't date. What free time he has, he likes to spend with his teenage daughter, and if he wants to take someone home, he does it when she's spending the weekend with her mom.

Standing on the Edge of Forever by EllaO

(M, 55k, class play) Of course, everything changes the moment Lo and the twins get interested in their school musical, The Wizard of Oz. Because the new director, Louis Tomlinson, is just about the most attractive man that Harry has ever seen.

Know a Trick or Two by @sadaveniren

(E, 44k, Harry Potter au) the one where Muggle Harry and Wizard Louis have a one night stand and get more than they bargained out of it.

Play Me A Memory by jacaranda_bloom /  @jacaranda-bloom

(E, 26k, strangers to lovers) Louis lives with his nine-year-old son Jake in a peaceful beachside community on the east coast of Australia, working as an entertainment coordinator at the local five-star resort.

If We Have Each Other by ishiplouis / @pocketsunshineharry

(M, 23k, unplanned pregnancy) AU where Harry is a single father and a one-night stand is going to change his life forever.

When Least Expected by Rearviewdreamer /  @all-these-larrythings

(M, 22k, pandemic au) Drowning in a sea of emails and Zoom meetings in the living room, his lonely son falling more and more behind in his kitchen classroom, and crushing weight of the world being on house arrest for the foreseeable future, one fateful online interaction suddenly has everything looking up.

He Was a Different League (When I Was Nothing Much) by @afangirlfantasy

(NR, 21k, Marcel au)  an AU where finding that 'someone new' actually leads to finding that 'someone old,' and Marcel is painfully oblivious.

Took Me by Surprise by QuickedWeen / @becomeawendybird

(M, 20k, secret relationship) A decade later, he's the head anchor of the American version of Match of the Day and is raising the coolest nine-year-old on the planet, who happens to be obsessed with Harry Styles - popstar, musician, and all-around household name.

Not Ready for This by @berzerkshires

(E, 18k, secret relationship) Louis and Harry are both single fathers and their children decide to go out on a date.

Packed Lunches, Sticky Fingers and Accidental Levitation by LadyLondonderry

(G, 10k, magic au) Harry Styles is a skilled work-from-home potionist five years out of university with a steady job, a house, and... eight kids.

How It Begins (series) by phdmama / @phd-mama

(E, 8k, kid fic) New town, new job, new school for his daughter. It's a chance to start again for Louis Tomlinson, a clean slate. Or is it?

A Christmas Kiss by @parmahamlarrie

(T, 8k, Christmas) the one where Harry is a single dad, Louis is a pediatric nurse, and Arlo needs to stop eating hazelnuts.

Wait by the Light of the Moon by @jaerie

(E, 5k, neighbors) Being a single parent of a newborn was not in Harry's plan. He can barely keep himself together doing everything on his own. He can't explain why he finds comfort in his neighbour next door, but apparently it's mutual.

Deep in His Eyes (I Think I See A Future) by @fallinglikethis

(T, 5k, town fair) Louis is a single father with twins, Davis and Ethan. Harry is the cute nursery school teacher that volunteers at the town’s fair.

This is Halloween, everybody make a scene by @allwaswell16

(G, 2k, meet cute) When Louis takes his son trick-or-treating in a stormtrooper costume, little does he know by the end of the night he will end up gaining a Luke Skywalker, a Chewbacca, and a Rey.

—Rare Pairs—

Getting Good At This by pukeandcry

(E, 43k, Louis/Nick Grimshaw) Nick inherits custody of his baby god-daughter, and (predictably) has no idea what he’s doing; Louis only means to help out a bit, not fall in love with either of them.

Better With You by harriet_vane

(T, 38k, Liam/Louis) Single parent and solo artist Liam Payne hires Louis Tomlinson to be a full time nanny to his four year old son Sammy. 

Light 'Em Up (One Way Or Another) by sunsetmog / @magicalrocketships

(T, 6k, Harry/Nick Grimshaw) When his best friend from university asked him if he'd ever thought about fathering a child, Nick didn't ever envisage ending up a single parent. 

Oh, Pretty Baby by abrighteryellow / @a-brighter-yellow

(G, 4k, Niall/Shawn Mendes) Teaching toddler music classes at Gymboree barely feels like work to Shawn, until he meets a clever little girl with an Irish name and a charming dad.

[ichig00]

Back To Black

Ethan Winters X Reader

A/N: Now that I'm done with my first Au, I would like to open up to some requests now with this Ethan Winters mini series! So please, if you like the works I post and would like to request, feel free to do it.

This story would also most likely include the reader who is in a situationship with Leon. I named this after one of my favourite songs called "Back to Black" by Amy Winehouse. I couldn't stop imagining myself slow dancing and laughing with Ethan, which is just soooo romantic. I feel like Ethan is a shy type of guy that his shyness would wash away after a few glasses of wine. So I decided to make this and put some twist on it. I also ship some specific characters whose prob canon, if you dont like the ship- welp, jump out of it.

Included characters: Ethan Winter (Mia Winters), Rosemary Winters, Leon Kennedy, Claire & Chris Redfield, Carlos Oliveira, Jill Valentine, Rebecca Chambers and Steve Burnside.

Warnings: home wrecker (kinda), physical touch, jealousy, and some teasing.

Next

It's been hell of a whole year that had been passed, and you are now on your way to welcoming another whole year, which you wish would be a lot better than the other one.

You're on your way to a cabin that you and your friends have rented to celebrate the upcoming New years.

Finally, at some point in your life this year, you had a time to take a break and relax for sometimes with your friends who had been mostly on your whole life.

Being part of BSAA, especially being THE captain of one of the special forces that could put up to the strength of Chris Redfield's group, is one of the heaviest work you've been on. The pressure of being the captain of a special group and pressure of carefully trying to not lose them in every mission you've been through is being a huge worried on your life that you end up having anxiety attacks when you're alone.

Well, at least you had someone who could rest your head in with his shoulder.

Leon S. Kennedy, the MORE than friends for you but LESS than lovers, too. You couldn't really point out your relationship with him, but you sure now that there is something between you and him. With every touch, every look and every word you exchange between each other has a deep meaning to it. It's fragile and yet blurry at the same time. It's like it's near, but you couldn't get a hold of it.

Afraid of commitment? Maybe, afraid of love? Never cross your mind. You know and would never deny it that you love every single bit of Leon and every moment you spend with him.

From the day you met during the Racoon City out break, from doing missions together as a federal agent under government's hold and up until now. Even if you left being an agent and got promoted as a Captain in BSAA.

BSAA saw your potential. They saw Leon's too, but the government couldn't lose leon out of their touch. The president was very fond of you two, but he has to pick one between one of his best and favourite agents. He couldn't lose both.

You pull up in the driveway of a huge cabin in the middle of the woods, but there is also a frozen lake at the side of it. Not far away, and you could literally see the reflection of the sunset through the frozen cold waters of the lake as snows fall down from the sky.

You couldn't help but sigh and admire the view after parking your car next to Carlo's car, which you easily recognize by the brand of it.

Your gaze shifted to the main door of the cabin where you saw something move there from your peripheral vision. You're lighted like a moon in a deep dark sky as you saw little Rose who just turned 4 years old months ago.

You chuckled as Ethan followed her around as Rose recognized your car and immediately got excited after knowing you arrived. You hoped off of your car immediately as you open your arms while Rose stumbles on her way to you. Good thing she was near for you to catch her.

"Rose!" You happily exclaimed in excitement as you lift her up and twirl yourself with her, making you both let out a giggle.

You swear this kid has a great memory, especially when it comes to you. She immediately remembered you even though it was just your car but couldn't even remember Who's Chris and Carlos. Maybe because of their similar body built and skin colour which you all laugh about as you find it cute.

More than 3 years had passed since what happened at Romania, Ethan and Rose were saved, and as for Mia. She was found dead after a year from the kidnapping incident that happened. According to Chris, Mia left Europe without telling Ethan, you or Chris. For the third time, it was from her work, and now it killed her.

There was conflict between Chris and Ethan after the kidnapping, since the way Chris is doing things is inappropriate for Ethan to approve.

"You could've warned me!" Ethan insists for many times now, resulting for you to be assigned to handle Ethan now that he is considered as a 'bioweapon'.

He was under monitor for a year and a half, and they ran experiments on him. He has no choice but to agree because if he couldn't, BSAA might not even give him a chance to see his daughter again. Though they let him be for now as long as nothing goes bad to him, they left you to monitor them.

As for Rosemary, BSAA decided not to do anything with her YET. You insisted it, you could never allow them to use or hurt her. BSAA now how much power you hold, that's why they obey you with your words and reason why they hire you here.

You glad you accepted working for them because they were the reason for you to meet Rose.

"How's my favourite baby?" You cood as lightly pinch her puffy and red cheeks. She giggled again, and your words and voice tickled her.

She knows understand things and learn more and more as each day goes by. You watched her grow up after you found out that Mia Winters is found dead. It was hard for Ethan. It was very hard for him.

You were checking on him everytime specially when he lost his wife. You take care of Rosemary too when Ethan undergoes through experiments or training.

Now, he was undergoing more military training for two years to enter as a BSAA member.

You didn't question that BSAA is now using a bioweapon to kill some bioweapons because you know to yourself that it will happen in the future. You and Chris had a topic about it before.

"M-mommy!" Rose babble out of her mouth, making you stare at her in awe. Of course, during the times you were with them almost every day, you couldn't help but treat Rose as your own child, too.

"Not mommy Rose, just Y/N." You said to her and touched the tip of her small nose as she played with your finger.

"She's still calling you that?" Ethan said, walking past the two of you to get your luggage out of your car.

"Well, I must be a cool mom." You said proudly to him as you continue to play with Rose, who is still in your arms.

You heard Ethan said something, but you couldn't hear it.

"Y/N!" You have a very familiar voice at the distance. You look over to the porch of the cabin and see your best friend Claire leaning on the ballisters while waving happily at you.

You felt excitement in your heart the more people you see in here. It's been a while since you saw Claire. The last time you saw her was when you visited Chris' home, and at the same time, she was also there just dropping off some things for Chris. That was 4 years ago.

"Long time no see, Y/n!" You smiled at the person who stood beside Claire.

"Still alive, Steve?" You said smiling widely as happily Rose waved back to them when they saw them waving at you, making you all giggle at his cuteness.

"What a reunion." You heard Carlos say, coming out of the garage from the side of the cabin. A cup on his hands as he nods at you with a smile.

"Yup." Ethan said as he stood next to you, agreeing at what Carlos had said. You smiled at him as you locked your car while still holding Rose at your side.

You tried to drop her down earlier, but she keeps crawling to you and whining about now wanting to get away from you.

"Alright, Rose, stay with y/n as long as you want." Ethan said, chuckling and shaking his heas before following you as you walk towards the cabin.

You look back at him smiling.

The sky is already dark, lighted up by the bright moon with the stars. The music that's been playing eversince earlier surrounds the living room as you and your friends dance and drink together.

Carlos and Jill are happily dancing together at the wide space in the living room. Carlos took a lot of convincing just to ask Jill to dance, but glady they're having fun now.

Carlos likes Jill a lot, but never know if Jill really likes him back. You and Claire ask her before but never get a straight answer.

"Nice of you to show up." You heard Chris said, making you turn your head to hi. Who's sitting at a stool at the mini bar here in the living room, beside him is Ethan, who looks tipsy by the red on his face.

You know you couldn't have him tipsy since he had his daughter here who will need him sooner or later.

You'll just have to find a way to sober him up later.

It was Leon! He has bits of snow in his leather jacket and his hair, too. He looks awfully tired, though.

You walked up to them and brushed off the snow out of his leather jacket. He immediately tensed up and turned to you. He relaxed when he saw it's just you, smiling at you.

"I'm glad you made it here safely." You said to him as you crossed your arms above your chest while smiling at him too.

"Same here to you." He replied, knocking off the snows out of his hair and looking up to you after with a small but tired smile.

"Looks like the president keeps you up too long." Chris said, breaking the eye contact between you and Leon. You both look at Chris, but you end up looking at Ethan, who you can feel staring at you.

He immediately looks away after you catch him staring, his already flushed face turning more into dark red.

"Ethan? Are you okay?" Rebecca asked while getting drinks from the other side of the counter at the mini bar. She also noticed the reaction Ethan did after looking at you.

You tilted your head a little, watching every move Ethan makes. Somethings seems so off with him.

"Y-Yeah." He answers Rebecca's question and waves his hand off.

"Too drunk already?" Leon said to Ethan in a teasing way. Ethan shook his head and took a sip on the glass in his hand. You watched him drink as he made a sour expression after chugging the alcohol.

"Please, Leon, don't be an ass." Claire butted in walking near you and putting an arm above your shoulders. He was followed by Steve at the stool next to Ethan

"I'm not." Leon glared at Claire, but she laughed it off. "He wasn't being an ass. He always was." Chris said and took a sip on his glass and gave Leon a glass that Rebecca poured in.

"Seems like Carlos and Jill are having fun over there." Steve said, watching the two who's obviously having fun dancing together. Carlos doesn't seem to not want to let go of Jill, and Jill seems to have fun. You haven't seen her laugh in ages.

"You wanna dance?" Claire asked Steve, Steve smirked without saying anything and stood up before pulling Claire towards the space where Jill and Carlos were having fun.

"Wow.. fun." You mumble to yourself as you took another sip to your glass, not expecting anyone to hear it and walking up near Rebecca. You ask her for another, which she gladly gives.

"I'm glad you guys had time for a vacation." You said to Rebecca as she pours into your glass. She smiled sweetly and nodded.

"Yup, what a hassle year for us." She agreed, making you smile back at her.

"Wanna have fun too?" You heard Ethan ask beside you, you look at him. He was smiling drunkly at you.

"Ethan, have this before having 'fun'?" Rebecca handed him a bottle of water. He thanked her and accepted it before drinking it.

"Come on!" Ethan said excitedly after he finished the bottle and pulled you towards where the others danced.

The music that is playing is now Back To Black by Amy Winehouse. The meaning of the song doesn't match the atmosphere of the surroundings, but no one actually cares about it, and their mind is set to having fun with each other.

[triskhellion]

CLAIM!

Rated: Explicit (11.9k)

Relationship: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Sheriff Stilinski, Ethan Steiner, background Cora Hale, Isaac Lahey, Erica Reyes, Vernon Boyd, mentioned Aiden Steiner, Scott McCall

Tags: POV Derek, POV Stiles, Alpha Derek, Human Stiles, Angst & Fluff & Smut, Alternate Universe - No Hale Fire/Modern Setting, Strangers to Lovers, Hurt Feelings, Pining, Dad Advice, Making Up, Getting Together, Various Explicit Sex Acts, Top Derek/Bottom Stiles, Hickeys, Come Eating, Knotting.

Summary: Derek calls "Claim" on Stiles at Jungle when Cora and Ethan show interest too. They leave together and have good time, but the next morning various packmates barge in and Ethan, not realizing that Stiles is still there, implies that he was a just a conquest in their game. Hurt feelings, making up, and smut.

Mead Moons prompts: Claiming, Herbs, Hot, & Midsummer Night's Dream @sterek-and-stuff-events

Sterek Weekly prompt: Video (also Claim.) @sterekweekly

Derek:

It started when the three Hale siblings and Isaac all had to share the same bathroom when the family temporarily moved into a guest bungalow while the Pack House was being remolded. 

Their parents had the master bedroom and ensuite all to themselves. “Alpha Privilege” they said, smirking and shutting the door in their faces that first morning to get up to god knows what. Laura and Cora shared the modest second bedroom and Derek and Isaac the even smaller third one. 

Every morning became a battle to see who got to shower first or at all. Isaac, the often quiet, but sardonic 14 year old they took in from an abusive father a couple years before, eventually just switched to evenings like a reasonable person, but the others refused. 19 year old Laura, 16 year old Derek, and 12 year old Cora instead came up with an elaborate system of dibs that involved yelling “Claim.” 

Whoever yelled it first while in sight of the bathroom (not being able to “Claim” while still in bed or eating breakfast, etc, had been Rule #2) got to take the first shower even if someone else had been closer to the door. If you didn’t say it, it didn’t count. Too bad, so sad.  

This continued on after they moved back to the larger property months later and was also extended to all manner of things: the corner pieces of brownies, riding shotgun, taking out the garbage instead of a more involved chore, the movie they were watching that night, etc. It became a constant refrain. 

Isaac joined in and then Boyd and Erica when they were brought into the pack a couple years later, spreading to visiting friends as well. Even their parents got in on it. 

Seven years of triumph, thwartation, and teasing later, the now 23 year old Derek was heading for a night out of clubbing with Erica, Cora, and the newest members of his mother’s pack, brothers Aiden & Ethan. First stop: Jungle.

The place was bustling when they arrived just before 11:00 on a Friday night, full of people letting off steam after what was, for most of them, the end of the work or school week.

That was the case for the twins, who were juniors at BHU, and Derek, who worked weekdays at an auto shop a couple towns over. Cora was a server at an Italian restaurant, but they closed at 9:00, so she had time to go home and get ready after her end-of-night duties. Erica’s LPN shift didn’t start until mid-afternoon tomorrow so she was also down to party into the wee hours.

The music was loud and various light displays shifted between colors and patterns. Aidan went straight for the bar, but the rest of them were checking out the packed dance floor and the winding, rolling, thrashing bodies working up a sweat, their attention soon drawn to a particularly ecstatic whirler who had carved out a space just for himself and seemed to be having the time of his life. 

The dancer looked to be a couple years younger than Derek, dark hair short on the sides and longer on top, a few tendrils of which clung damply to his forehead begging to be brushed back. He was wearing tight black pants and a shimmery black shirt on his leanly muscled frame. There was gloss on his lips and makeup around what he thought were dark eyes, but couldn’t be sure with the currently orange lighting. 

Derek thought he was beautiful, so alive and full of joy, even though he appeared to be here alone. And the way he gyrated those hips. Unfgh. He had to have him.  

He saw Ethan making a beeline for him and when he turned to his sister she was eyeing him as well with a considering look on her face. Oh hell no. (Erica was enjoying the view as well, but she had Boyd at home so he didn’t have to worry about her.) Before Ethan could reach him and just as Cora opened her mouth Derek let out the mother of all “claims” in a truly stentorian roar. 

“CLAAAAAIIIIMMMM!!!”

Cora huffed and rolled her eyes and Ethan halted, glaring back at him and clearly pissed that he’d forgotten about “that stupid game.” Derek was grinning like a Cheshire cat when the dancer looked over at him. Now to introduce himself.

Stiles:

Stiles had been lost in the music — eyes closed and just existing in his body, in the present — and enjoying a much needed break from his hamster wheel brain when there was a super loud shout, though he couldn’t make out what was said. When he opened his eyes and turned toward the source of the noise there was a small group of people looking in his direction. A 20-something guy with spiky dark hair and epic stubble flanked by two younger women, a brunette and a blonde.  

All were attractive, but the man was on a whole other level. Wowzers. He wore dark chinos and a darker fitted shirt — possibly green — that showed off his muscular chest, upper arms, and other assets. On that note Stiles was dying to see the view from the back. The man smiled at him and he blushed, smiling back. 

The three were then approached by a clean shaven, brown-haired man walking from his area of the dance floor and he looked away, embarrassed. They must’ve looking at and calling for him. 

Stiles returned to his dancing, trying to get back in the zone, but failing. He glanced back to where the group was still standing, but while the other guy had seemingly multiplied Hottie Prime  had vanished. He sighed, feeling disappointed. 

I don’t why, it’s not like he would’ve been interested in you anyway the critical little voice in his head said. Yeah, but at least I could’ve gotten to look a bit more. 

Ah well. When Stiles turned to face the bar again the man was standing right there in front of him.

“Eeyah!” he blurted, jumping. Of course it was during a break in the song when the volume was low enough that his weird little cry could be heard.

“Hi, there,” the gorgeous stranger said wearing a wolfish grin. 

Stiles could see that his eyes were light, but couldn’t make out which color in the blue light. He swallowed and licked his dry lips. 

“Um, hey,” he replied with an awkward wave. The music picked up again.

“Do you mind if I dance with you?” the man shouted.

Stiles shook his head, paused, nodded, and then realized that both were kind of ambiguous so finally just started to move again while grinning at him and hoping that got the message across. The amused man leaned in, warm breath ghosting against his ear. 

“I’m Derek!”

“Stiles!”

“Stiles?”

“Yeah.”

He saw Derek nod and repeat it to himself, which was adorable.

After a couple of songs of orbiting around each other and mimicking each others moves, Derek stepped in closer and very lightly placed his hands on his hips, watching his face for a reaction. He blushed, nodding, and Derek’s grasp tightened, making a jolt of arousal course through him. The now red lighting momentarily reflected in the other man’s eyes making for a really cool effect as they moved together. 

When the music speed up even more Stiles turned around and they danced pressed back to chest, hips first swaying side to side and then forward and back and all around together in time to the beat. Derek was plastered to him — hot and smelling of something spicy, bright, and woodsy — and Stiles could feel as he grew hard against his ass. He shivered, barely holding back a moan. Strong arms wrapped around him and lips brushed against his ear. 

“You wanna get out of here?”

Derek:

Stiles told him he’d taken a rideshare to the club in case he had more than a couple drinks for the night so he got into Derek’s car after having him swear he wasn’t a serial killer. He’d also texted someone a picture of his driver’s license and license plate “just in case.” Derek was amused by his apologetic face, but also saddened at the precautions the younger man felt he had to take. It could be a dangerous world. 

He didn’t live far from the club, but the tension in the Camaro made it seem longer. Stiles smelled aroused, but also nervous. Derek put a hand on his bouncing left knee.

“We don’t have to do anything, Stiles. I’ll be down for however far you want to go, but we can also just hang out or you can change your mind at any time, okay?” His passenger let out a breath and smiled, saying “Okay.” The atmosphere became much more relaxed.

Derek showed him around the loft and they talked about this and that for a while. Stiles mixed orange juice, Sprite, and strawberry Fanta together when he offered him a choice of water, juice or soda, practically daring him to comment. He held his tongue, but let his eyebrows do the judging. Then he made some tea for himself (Stiles actually awwed) and they joked around, flirting. They watched an episode of some new cooking competition show he’d never heard of, but that came highly recommended by his guest. Near the end of the first episode he felt Stiles watching him.

He turned toward the younger man who’d been looking at his lips and then met his gaze before focusing back on his lips again. Derek leaned in for a kiss and then another, the both of them progressively going longer and deeper. When Stiles came up for air he tried to take a sip of his half full drink, but managed to spill most of it on his shirt. Derek couldn’t help chuckling, but quickly got up to get him one of his sleep shirts to put on after kissing the embarrassed youth on the forehead. 

Then he sat back on the couch and pulled a meeping and once again interested Stiles into his lap, looking into his pretty brown eyes. 

“Okay?”

“Yeah.”

They resumed their making out and Stiles moved to straddle him, grinding down against him. Derek slid his hands under the shirt, his shirt, and stroked his sides. His sized up light gray tee hung even more loosely on the smaller man — who was only a couple inches shorter, but slender — and he pulled at the collar to get at his neck. The scent of Stiles’ arousal mixed with him wearing Derek’s clothes was doing things to him. 

He lifted his head for another kiss and then leaned back to pull up the front of the shirt to look at Stiles’ belly and chest. Comfortable in his den and focusing on watching his right hand feel that warm, smooth skin — making those abdominal muscles twitch — and inhaling them had him involuntarily making little growling noises. His eyes even briefly flashed red without him noticing.

When Stiles froze and gasped, heart racing and smelling of surprise, he let go of the bunched up fabric and withdrew both hands. 

“What’s—“

“You’re a wolf!” the staring human exclaimed.

“Uh, what? You—what…?”

Derek carefully set Stiles to the side and got up, his own heart pounding rapidly, and began to pace. What had he done? Did he actually beta-shift without realizing or something?

“Hey, it’s okay,” Stiles assured, scrambling to his feet, but still giving Derek space. ”My best friend is a wolf, so I just recognized the growly-growls and the, um, Alpha eyes.”

Derek’s head shot up. So the other man knew knew about werewolves then. He exhaled slowly. Well, at least he hadn’t lost as much control as he’d thought. His best friend, huh? Must be that kid who Mom met some years ago that ended up becoming a True Alpha somehow. Steve or something.

“Seriously dude, don’t worry. I’m totally cool with the wolfiness.” 

Derek hazarded a glance at Stiles’ face. There was no fear or disgust in his eyes or in his scent. No lie in his heart beat. If anything he seemed curious and even more aroused. Heh. Derek grinned, thankful for the lucky break — he’d freak out about how sideways this could’ve gone later — and moved back toward the couch.

“Don’t call me ‘dude,’” he admonished mock-sternly as he sat down. Stiles climbed back into his lap.

“Okay, Alpha.”

Stiles:

Well that definitely had the desired effect. No longer attempting to hold back his wolfishness, Derek dove into his neck, licking and nipping and full on growling while squeezing his ass and rutting up against him. A minute later he was being picked up and yelped, wrapping his limbs around the werewolf who pressed a smile into his skin. God, Stiles loved how strong Derek was. He was set down in the Alpha’s bed and those hungry eyes had gone from their usual green-hazel — he’d finally gotten a good look in the kitchen — to red again.

“What do you want, Stiles?”

Everything, honestly. But was he said was “Your mouth up here…and your hands and body against mine.”

“I can do that,” came the reply, voice full of seductive promise. 

And then he was pounced upon, lips seized in another kiss before his borrowed shirt was pushed up again, a hot tongue finding first one nipple and then the other. Derek licked down his chest and belly before kneeling back to peel off Stiles’ pants and then getting up to remove his own as well as his shirt. Wearing only their underwear below — him in red hip briefs and Derek in black boxer briefs — he opened his legs for the wolf to crawl between and press their lengths together, thrusting and grinding with only thin fabric between them. Derek resumed plundering his mouth and swallowing his moans.

Then the Alpha leaned off to the side and rutted against his right thigh, dragging down Stiles’ underwear enough to free his leaking cock. A large, callused hand wrapped around him after being licked wet and Stiles fucked into it as it stroked him. When he was getting close Derek straddled that same thigh and had him suck two fingers before sliding them under the red fabric, up his backside and into his cleft. The fingers alternately rubbed over and circled his hole, not quite dipping inside, until a minute later he was writhing and tensing and crying out.

Derek watched him cum onto his belly and chest, eyes glowing steadily as he continued to work Stiles through his orgasm. After he was spent the wolf collected most of it and used it to slick himself up. Stiles’ stared wide-eyed and hungrily when he pulled his cock out, absentmindedly licking his lips at the impressive sight. It didn’t take long for Derek to come too, stripping himself while looking down at him, all messy and languid and smiling. 

With a growl Derek shot his seed onto him, first onto his flaccid cock — making him gasp — and then from his lower belly up to his chest. Stiles closed his eyes and bit back a whimper as the Alpha’s warm hand rubbed their releases together and into his skin before tugging the shirt back down and patting his stomach twice.

Afterward he lay there with Derek, happy and sated, as the wolf laid beside with an arm casually across his torso. About 15 minutes later he started to get antsy though, figuring that he should leave. Stiles wanted to stay right where he was and the wolf had made no signs of wanting him out — no exaggerated yawns or bringing up an early appointment or straight up looking at him and then staring at the door like one girl did freshman year maybe 3 minutes after. But that’s how this worked, right? Was what he was supposed to do. And then maybe if he was lucky the person would want to exchange numbers on his way out. 

That had happened twice before. A classmate named Kat that he hooked up with a second time last fall and a sweet guy, Geoff, that he even dated for several weeks sophomore year before he transferred to Georgia. Or was it Alabama? Somewhere in the southeast.

He ran a hand through his hair and sighed, getting up to locate where Derek had thrown his pants. If he wanted that chance, however slim, of seeing the Alpha again he needed to not be clingy and annoying. A-ha, there they are. Way across the room in a corner.

“You don’t have to go, Stiles. If you don’t want to.”

He froze. Oh right, werewolf. He can probably sense how pathetic I’m being. He’s probably just being nice. Stiles turned around to make up some excuse and then realized Derek would also be able to sense that. Fuck. 

“I mean it. I’d like it if you stayed,” the Alpha said, sitting up and leaning forward. “Snuggling with a cute guy, maybe getting another taste before or after breakfast…” He wagged his brows. “Sounds like a great plan to me.”

Stiles broke into a wide smile and Derek mimed circling and throwing a lasso around him, “pulling” him back to the bed. He giggled and went along, leaning over to give him a kiss. 

“Give me a minute.”

He hurried back into the living area and grabbed his phone, sending a text to his father that he was staying out. 

Stiles had considered moving into the dorms or into his own apartment like most of his classmates, but his father chilled out a bunch once he graduated high school and it made a lot more financial sense to stay home. He also hadn’t liked the idea of his dad living alone if he didn’t need to despite the elder Stilinski’s protestations that he’d be fine. Plus this way he could still harass encourage him to still eat healthy most of the time. 

It did occasionally get awkward though. He didn’t hook up that often and when he did it was usually earlier in the night, only obviously being somewhere after the clubs actually closed a couple times. (It was Lydia he texted with the info of the people he’d gone home with, not his dad.) All of his close friends were either in SoCal or out of state currently so it wasn’t like he could claim to be with one of them right now. 

His dad had never given him any shit for it, (all of his “sextures,” as Stiles called them, took place between 7th grade and his junior year of high school,) but the knowing look was enough. He was actually staying over this time — holy crap — so there was no getting around it. Totally worth it though.

When he got back to the room Derek smiled and patted the mattress beside him. Stiles climbed in and cuddled up to the wolf, falling asleep much faster than he would’ve expected as thick fingers carded through his hair. 

Stiles woke a bit after 10:00 the next morning to the smell of frying bacon and yawned, happily remembering the night before. He relieved himself and then decided to take a quick shower after finding a couple of towels and washcloths folded and waiting for him. His now clean shirt was there too and a new toothbrush. Stiles swooned. How thoughtful. 

There was also a pair of Derek’s boxer briefs for him to keep forever borrow if he wanted. He shushed his dick when it began to stir. Shower, then food, then hopefully more fooling around.

Stiles was just finishing up, greedily inhaling the scent of Derek’s body wash hanging in the humid air — the bergamot and oak that he first noticed at Jungle and was now clinging to his own skin — as he heard the wolf moving around in the bedroom. He was taking a last look in the mirror to make sure he didn’t have toothpaste on his face or hair sticking up all weird when there was a commotion downstairs. The sound of laughing and crosstalk and a door slamming before one guy’s voice in particular called out loudly.

“Hey Derek, how was that sweet piece of ass last night? I can’t believe you beat me to him with your fucking ‘Dibs’—“

“‘Claim,’” corrected multiple voices.

“‘Claim’, whatever. I should’ve just igno—“

“Shut the fuck up,” Derek hissed. 

He held onto the counter as the sound of footsteps retreated, looking at the now pained expression in his reflection. Oh. Of course. It had been some kind of competition. And then Derek had wanted him to stay in order to show proof of his conquest, but probably hadn’t expected his friends to be so blatant about it.

Stiles didn’t know what to do. Remaining in here all day wasn’t an option, but he also really didn’t want to go out there. To be seen. Especially upset as he was. 

Maybe they’d get bored and leave soon and then he could go too. He put the toilet seat down and sat on it, drawing up his knees and hugging them. His eyes stung, but Stiles took a deep breath and tried to will his thoughts elsewhere. He’d be damned if he was going to cry. Not here anyway.

Derek:

He groaned in annoyance when most of the gang came crashing in. The group from last night minus Aiden (who was likely still sleeping off the drinks he’d no doubt spiked with spotted wolfsbane) and plus Boyd and Isaac. Derek had been looking forward to a nice breakfast with his new companion and then hopefully finding out what that mouth could do. Afterward, assuming Stiles didn’t have somewhere else to be, he wanted to spend the rest of the day getting to know the funny, sexy-adorable, clever, wolf-friendly human. Grr.

Then he realized what Ethan was yelling about. Fuck. 

“Shut the fuck up,” he hissed, running toward and then down the stairs. He had really hoped that Stiles hadn’t heard the insensitive wolf, but if the elevated heart rate now coming from the bathroom was any indication he definitely had. Shit. 

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he spat in a barely audible whisper. “You couldn’t hear that he’s still here?” Ethan shrugged. 

“I wasn’t really paying attention and assumed he’d be long gone by now.” 

“Well, he’s not. Because I like him and asked him to stay. And he heard you. So can you please go the fuck away?” He turned to look at the other sheepish younger wolves. “That goes for the rest of you too.” 

Derek saw them out and was the one to slam the door this time. He took a deep breath and steeled himself before climbing slowly up the stairs. After a brief pause he rapped his knuckles on the bathroom door. 

“Hey, are you okay?” He heard a derisive snort and cringed. “Can I talk to you…please?” There was movement inside and then the door flew open. The scents of hurt and bitter resentment, of anger and salt, came wafting out with the toiletries. 

“There isn’t anything to talk about,” Stiles said, turning sideways to slide past him without touching him. Derek whined internally. There were no tear tracks on his face, but his pretty brown eyes had an extra sheen to them.

“I’m sorry, Stiles. I—It wasn’t like that,” he started, watching the young man collect his phone before heading down to get his house keys and put on his socks and shoes. “The whole ‘claim’ business was for the opportunity to approach you first, not to make being with you a…a game or something. It wasn’t. Not to me.”

Stiles turned toward him, frowning and mistrustful. He kept going.

“I didn’t know they were going to barge in here. I was hoping to spend the day with you. Not only fooling around, but maybe watching more of that show you like — it was pretty entertaining — or going for a walk. Grabbing some lunch. Stuff like that.”

The human only looked at him, searching his face and saying nothing. 

Derek felt desperate, like he was about to lose something special right as it started. Just as it could’ve, should’veblossomed into more. Nipped in the bud instead. 

 

Stiles:

He wanted to believe Derek, he really did. Wanted it with every fiber of his being to be told “Psych, I actually do really like you and want to spend more time with you.” But he was hurt and uncertain and just wanted to go home. And even if Derek had meant it like how he said, he still wasn’t keen on the idea of being involved in a competition between the two men. Who did that? Stiles sighed and headed for the door.

“You could call your friend, the wolf, and I—I could prove it,” Derek called after him in a shaky voice. “He would know that I was telling the truth.”

Stiles paused and sighed again, turning and walking up to the hangdog looking Alpha. He kissed his cheek and murmured “Thanks for last night. It…was very nice.”

Then he left.

That Monday the dark-haired young woman he saw at the club — who introduced herself as Cora, Derek’s sister — came up to him when they crossed paths at the school library. The hesitant freshman apologized for her part in the the whole situation and reiterated that her brother was truly sorry and that he would love to see him whenever if Stiles ever forgave him. She took off quickly once he acknowledged that he heard her, but he didn’t respond one way or the other.

The following day he was still moping on the couch at home, set off again when he tried to watch his favorite cooking show that evening and couldn’t help thinking of Derek. How amazing that night had been and then how things had ended the next morning with him feeling less than. Was he being too harsh? Not harsh enough by not telling Cora to tell Derek to fuck off?

His father came home from his day shift and raised an eyebrow at his broody state. An hour or so later just after dinner he asked what was troubling him and Stiles gave him the gist of it after some hemming and hawing. A sheepish expression came over the his face and Stiles narrowed his eyes.

“What?”

“Well, you know…actually, you definitely don’t know this…but me and your mom? My friend Michael actually noticed her first at the veteran’s shindig, but I challenged him to an arm wrestling match to ask her out instead. Best of three. Mike was a bit…tipsy and overconfident and I won all three rounds. So I got to try my luck and well the rest — he spread his arms with a grin now on his face — is history.”

Stiles sat there with his mouth hanging open. Apparently the answer to “Who did that?” was his dear old Dad. His own father had basically called dibs on his mother.

“You should close that before you swallow a fly,” his father teased. “A little friendly competition is not uncommon. And it’s true that it can get out of hand, become a callous, hurtful thing, but it doesn’t have to be. You’ve never had to deal with this issue before because by the time you and Scott actually had a chance in hell at dating — I love you son, but it’s true — the two of you had very different types. He likes to chase after dark-eyed brunettes and you seem to lean mostly toward athletic or hunky guys—“

“Never say that again,” Stiles said half-heartedly.

“But when you are interested in women it’s generally a blonde…or redhead.”

His dad gave him an amused look, clearly remembering his Lydia phase before they actually became friends. Stiles rolled his eyes. Huh. He wasn’t wrong though. And now that he thought of it, every time he’d been open to meeting someone while going out with friends they’d either been straight or in a relationship or had different types. Danny pretty much swung between super beefy muscle bros that probably lived in a gym and the twinkiest of twinks depending on what he was in the mood for. 

Stiles was most attracted to guys like, well, Derek. Or at least his own size. He liked it when someone could move him around, but without giving young Ah-nold (or hell, old Ah-nold) a run for his money. Sue him. What would he have done if Scott was there, was bi or gay, and they’d both been into Derek at the club? 

Well, absolutely nothing probably, but in theory? Hmm…  

“Let me ask you a few questions, kiddo” his dad said, interrupting his thought experiment. “Did he treat you right?”

Stiles nodded and then blushed. Oh, Derek had treated him well alright. His father rolled his eyes.

“That’s…not what I meant — and say no more — but I won’t pretend that that doesn’t matter too. Ahem.” Stiles ducked his head, grinning.

“Yeah. He assured me that anything that happened was up to me and he washed my shirt that I spilled OSS on—“

“You and your damn concoctions. Which one is that again?”

“Orange juice, Sprite, and strawberry soda…anyway. Yeah. He was…thoughtful and sweet.”

“Hmm. And did he—what was his name again?” 

“I didn’t say, but it’s Derek.”

“Did Derek show interest in you? Your thoughts and interests and feelings?” 

Stiles sighed.

“Yeah, he did…” 

“And finally, did he…like you? Get all smiley? At least hint at wanting to see you again?” Stiles lowered his head onto the table, lightly thunking it a few times.

“Yersh,” he said, leaving his face mashed against the wood. The elder Stilinski waited until he rested his chin on his arms and met twinkling blue eyes.  

“Well, if you want your old man’s advice…” Stiles rolled his eyes. As if his father hadn’t been coaxing him to a certain conclusion this whole conversation.

“Sure,” he replied, nodding and shrugging a shoulder. Might as well humor him. His dad grew more serious.

“Your feelings are valid and if it’s truly a dealbreaker for you, so be it. But, if you really like this guy — and it sounds like you do — consider giving him another chance. Not just for his sake, but for your own as well.” 

And with that his father got up, patted him on the shoulder and kissed his head, and then wandered into the living room, probably to turn on the tv and catch the rest of whatever game was on.

Stiles thunked his head a few more times. Goddammit. It sounded so reasonable when you put it like that. He stayed there for a while, trying to think things through.

Oh shut up. You know you’d rather be with Derek than be mad. It’s a matter of pride, sure, but you can always have him beg some. Preferably in bed. And you can still be mad at that other dude, who was the one that actually called you a piece of ass.

He grinned mischievously. 

Derek:

It’d been an altogether uneventful Wednesday — no screaming customers or tricky repairs or shipping delays for parts — but Derek wanted nothing more than to just go home. Well, there was something, or rather someone, he wanted more, but that wasn’t in the cards. The work had been a helpful distraction the last few days, but in between fixing or maintaining vehicles and checking inventory and whatever else needed doing, his thoughts returned to Saturday and Stiles again and again. Especially today when he finished the last car in the queue a good hour before close.

Finally 6pm came and he was ready to go just 5 minutes after having done the usual post-close tasks already. Derek called out a goodbye to Terrance and Miguel, got in his car, and peeled out of there.  

He decided to stop at Rosario’s on his way out of Selva because why not stuff his face while wallowing in his misery? At least his pain was supporting the tiny family owned donut shop. Maybe he’d even put on that cooking show when he got home too. Make it really hurt. 

Then he’d check his phone for anything actually important, ignore the pups wanting to hang out some more (especially a certain precipitating beta that dared to say he shouldn’t be so upset about a one night stand as if he wasn’t upset precisely because he hadn’t wanted it to be a one night stand. Or to hurt him.) On second thought, he‘d text Ethan a series of middle fingers for that.

Maybe try to make himself go for a night run before coming back home, taking a shower (he’d finally switched to nights after working a job that got him dirty) and eating a pint of ice cream and going to bed. What a plan. Rinse and repeat the next day, except perhaps he’d get some pie or french toast with maple syrup, strawberries and whipped cream instead. He let his sweet tooth run wild when he was down in the dumps.

But when he pulled into the parking lot of his apartment building around a quarter to 7:00 there was a beat up, old blue Jeep in a guest spot that he’d never seen before and an unexpected visitor waiting by the door to the lobby.

“Stiles?!” he blurted, surprised and cautiously hopeful. Also a bit afraid. It seemed unlikely, but maybe he was going to get chewed out some more. The tired looking human stood up from where he’d been perched on a large rectangular concrete planter. 

“Sorry for just showing up, but I don’t have your number or anything and your sister said you still wanted to see me.”

He wanted to simultaneously kiss and strangle Cora.

“Yeah, I did. I do. I hope she hasn’t been bothering you—“

“Nah, she just spoke to me the one time a couple days ago when she saw me at BHU. Said her piece and left.” Derek nodded. 

“Did you want to come in…?”

“Yeah, sure.” 

Derek tried to discreetly suss out his emotional state as they want through the door and walked down the hall to the elevator closer together, but he saw Stiles smirk so he probably wasn’t as subtle with the sniffing as he thought. He smelled…Derek wasn’t quite sure actually. There were lots of shifting scents. But he wasn’t acutely upset, which seemed like a good sign. 

When they reached the loft he went to the fridge and mixed a can each of strawberry Fanta and Sprite and a cup of orange juice together, dividing it into two glasses. He’d first tried the unusual combination when he’d been pining on Sunday. It wasn’t bad at all, though he wasn’t sure if he’d gotten the ratio right. 

Stiles smiled and raised an eyebrow and Derek blushed. After taking a couple sips the younger man took a deep breath and started talking, tracing circles on the table with his pointer fingers.

“So I probably overreacted on Saturday…”

Derek was about to contradict him, but he put one of those fingers to his own lips and then to Derek’s. He almost whined at the touch.

“Shhh, let me finish. I’m not saying I was wrong to be upset at all, but I made some leaps myself. Assumptions that probably were’t true. Like how I thought you had the others come over to show off your conquest.”

He shook his head in negation. Oh Stiles.

“I have my own issues around…actually being liked or wanted,” the human grimaced. “And that just really didn’t help.” 

Derek actually did whine then. He hated the idea of Stiles feeling that way at all, much less because of him and his packmates.

“But I talked with my dad and he gave me some advice — you so owe that man a BBQ platter or something, by the way — and he made me realize that whatever stuff you had going on with your friends, that you never treated me like I was just a…prize or a notch in your belt. You were kind and considerate and fun and so fucking sexy and I like you, goddamnit. So yeah. If you wanna give this thing another try…” 

Stiles shrugged a shoulder casually, but Derek could make out his anxious scent and racing heart. A huge grin came over his face as his chest thrummed with elation. Oh he was definitely going to thank Stiles’ dad profusely if…whenthey eventually met.

“Yes,” he replied, actually a bit choked up, before clearing his throat and trying again. “Yes, Stiles. Of course. I like you so much. And once again, I’m sorry.”

“Cool,” Stiles said, leaning in for a kiss. 

Derek did indeed watch more of that cooking show, but unlike what he imagined a couple hours before he had Stiles with him commenting on everything. He shared his box of donuts mentioning that he had planned to eat them all while missing him and continuing to lament losing his chance. 

“Aww, Derek,” Stiles cooed before snuggling up to him and then mockingly “Claim”-ing over half of the assorted pastries, saving two for his father in thanks. When the human left to go home a few hours later it was with Derek’s number in his phone. A couple minutes later he heard what must’ve been that blue monstrosity struggle to life — he cringed and swore then and there to get Stiles to let him tune it up — and his phone chimed a couple times. 

The first message was a close-up picture of Stiles behind the wheel from mid-nose down to his upper chest, head titled up and to the side to show off his bared throat with his collar pulled down and a mischievous smirk. Swallowing, he scrolled down and there was also a video of the same, only capturing the movement of it and with Stiles whispering his name. Derek groaned and felt like that “awooga” wolf from the old cartoons, eyes widened and salivating as blood went  rushing south. 

Then there was another short video with his full face this time, blowing him a kiss and then smiling widely with laughing eyes. It was followed by a few snapshots of him doing so. Derek grinned and saved them to his gallery and the phone number to his contacts under “Favorite Human.”

He picked Stiles up on Friday evening for a 7:15 reservation at the restaurant where Cora worked, everything on the house. They shared tagliatelle alla carbonara, pappardelle with short rib ragu and polenta with taleggio and mushrooms for dinner and a piece of tiramisu and two cannolis — one with chopped pistachios and the other with chocolate chips — for dessert. He hugged his sister, thanking her for the delicious meal and again for letting Stiles know he’d still wanted to hear from him. She grinned and said he owed her and that she intended to cash in a big favor sometime. 

His happily stuffed date suggested they catch the local theater’s final showing of the latest explosionpalooza and then stayed over afterward, changing into one of Derek’s shirts and snuggling up to him and giving his ass a squeeze before promptly falling asleep. Derek nuzzled his shoulder and then drank in the sight of him until he started drifting off as well. 

He woke when Stiles’ alarm went off and then grumbled and pouted as he watched him get up to leave early in the morning. Apparently, there were some serious home projects going on at the Stilinski residence that day and he also needed to catch up on his studying and coursework after, but he told Derek that he’d be free tomorrow. Stiles smacked a kiss on his head, said “see ya later, sourwolf” and danced away laughing before Derek’s groggy, uncoordinated self could grab him. 

He came back over to the loft on Sunday for a triple feature and Derek couldn’t wait to show him some of his favorite ambitious and visually interesting films: The Fall (2006,) Cloud Atlas, and Across the Universe. In between the second and third movie Derek also got down on his knees to show the surprised, but excited younger man what his mouth could do. 

When Stiles looked down at him with a half-lidded gaze, scent going warm and musky-sweet as he spread his legs Derek nearly whined in anticipation. Then the human gently held his chin and he stilled the hands that were reaching to undo another pair of those snug black pants. He glanced up again.

“I want to hear how much you want it,” Stiles said with an authoritative voice, but a telltale rosiness on his cheeks. 

Derek was amused and charmed and so very turned on. So the blushing boy wanted him to grovel a bit, hmm? Not only was he not above begging, but he found he liked the idea of a little role reversal for once. The Alpha at the mercy of a human. 

“Please, Stiles. Let me suck your cock,” he said, running his hands teasingly up and down his thighs and looking him right in the eye. “I want to taste you so much, want to satisfy you and make you cum. Please, baby. Please.”

“Well, alright then,” Stiles said, trying to be nonchalant, but only getting more flustered.

Seconds later Derek had his hard cock in his mouth and the taste of precum on his tongue. Both of them moaned. A hand burrowed into his hair and he began to suck in earnest, his own erection straining and leaking inside his pants. After a couple of minutes he tugged Stiles’ pants and underwear down further to mid-thigh so he could have an easier time fondling his balls, making him groan louder and jerk his hips.

When that movement caused Stiles’ cock to touch the back of his throat he gagged a bit, but then growled in pleasure. The human started to apologize, but Derek popped off and said “It’s fine.” He then snaked his arms under Stiles’ knees and gripped his ass to fuck his own face with him. Stiles’ head fell back against the couch as he whispered “Oh. My. God.” 

Derek grinned as he pulled back to suckle and lick around the head before resuming the previous motion. That’s right, baby. Going to ruin you for anyone else. He could tell Stiles was getting close.

“If you’re good…and swallow it all…I’ll return…the favor…next time.”

Fuck. He was going to do that anyway, but now he was really going to give it his all. Derek put Stiles back down and put one hand on the base of his cock, using the other to massage his taint. He went to town with his mouth and when Stiles started tensing he looked up, red eyes locking onto whiskey brown, and instantly started receiving a warm and salty reward for his efforts. Mmm.

Swallowing as he went, Derek didn’t let up until Stiles was trembling and reached a limp arm to tap his shoulder. He drew off, licking the tip one last time, and wrapped his arms around the younger man’s back, pressing his head against the clothed chest so that the sound of Stiles’ heartbeat was all he could hear. 

Stiles:

After he recovered from the most epic blowjob of his life Stiles had Derek sit back on the couch and straddled him, pants pulled back up, but left unbuttoned. He freed the wolf’s engorged and so far neglected member, spit a few times into his right hand, and began to work him with long, slow strokes. When he moaned Stiles kissed his open mouth, sucking his bottom lip before sliding his tongue inside and tasting a trace of himself. 

He sped up and licked his other hand, adding it to the impressive cock as well to twist and squeeze around the base. Then he nibbled Derek’s left earlobe and whispered.

“Mmm, such a beautiful cock. Fuck my hand, Alpha. Show me what to look forward to.”

God, the way Derek looked when he drew back to see his face. All predatory intensity, hands flexing against his sides. It was a wonder that he wasn’t thrown down and fucked right there. Not that he would’ve complained. (At least as long as there was a pit stop for lube.) Instead the wolf obliged and began thrusting and making those little growly noises like that first night, which were frankly adorable in addition to being hot as fuck. 

He looked down between them and imagined Derek pounding into him just like that, disappearing inside of him over and over and he moaned, spurring him on. When the movement went from fast to erratic he removed one hand and pulled up his shirt, knowing how the wolf liked to mark him that way. Derek rumbled, caressing his abdomen, and then shot ropes of cum against his skin. When he was finished Stiles let go of Derek’s cock and took his hand, both of them rubbing it into his skin together.

Still smiling at each other a few minutes later they went to wash up a bit and grab some more food and drinks before hunkering back down for the 60s-tastic Beatles’ musical. Stiles had brought over a handful of snacks and a few beverages too and when he saw that Derek had grapefruit juice this time he introduced him to “R2G2”: Ruby red grapefruit juice, guava nectar, and ginger ale. 

“Add some rum or vodka and you’ve got yourself a nice little cocktail,” he informed the wolf watching him fondly.

That Wednesday evening he ended up being introduced to Derek’s three betas — Isaac, Boyd, and Erica — and also the culprit from that first morning after, Ethan. He’d been nearby and when he asked what Derek was up to he told him he was hanging out with some pack members and that Stiles could come by if he wanted to. He took several minutes to think about whether he did want to or not, finally sighing and deciding he should go ahead. He was going to have to get to know them sooner or later.

The betas were all smiles and curiosity and welcome, especially the blonde he remembered from the club. Erica. Then one of the twins he’d also seen there sauntered out of the bathroom and he immediately recognized his voice when he began to speak.

“Oh look, it’s you. Derbear here lucked out after all.” Derek growled lowly as the younger wolf approached him with his hand out. “The name’s Ethan.” 

Stiles raised an eyebrow and shook it firmly. “Piece of Ass, nice to meet you.”

Erica cackled in delight as Isaac grinned widely and Boyd smirked and shook his head. Derek looked back and forth between them anxiously. The cocky beta snorted.

“Yeah, sorry about all that. What can I say, you’ve got a nice one.” Ethan replied, shrugging.

Stiles saw Derek’s eyes go red and the growling got louder. He walked over to the Alpha and stood next to him, pulling the wolf’s left arm around his back to grasp his hip and reaching his own right hand around to squeeze Derek’s ass, making him jolt and quiet, before settling on a hip too. 

“It’s spoken for,” Stiles said baring his teeth in what one could only mistake as a smile from some distance. Ethan raised his hands and ducked his head.

“Alright, okay, I’ll shut up.”

“Thanks,” he snarked.

When Stiles turned to Derek he was looking at him with hunger and pride and the next thing he knew he was being swept up and taken around the corner into the partially separated kitchen as the other wolves oohed and whistled. He was set down on a counter and the Alpha dove into his neck, scenting and licking and then biting and licking all around as he clutched onto broad shoulders.

He walked back into the common area hand in hand with Derek, blushing, but with his head held high wearing what was — as he’d seen in the reflection of the window over the sink — a truly impressive array of hickeys. There was a drawled “Daaamn” from Isaac and Erica looked at Boyd as if she was challenging him to do better, temporary as it’d be. Ethan wisely said nothing, only glancing up briefly and meeting the Alpha’s eye before going back to scrolling on his phone.

Stiles stayed for a couple of hours playing card games and monopoly and taking turns putting on music — they each got 3 songs at a time — and actually having a good time. When he had to go he did his best to leave a single massive bruise on Derek’s neck and the werewolf promised he’d hold onto it until he fell asleep. Of course his dad was sitting in his recliner in the the living room when he came in, recently returned from a swing shift, and his eyebrows shot up as they exchanged “hellos” and “goodnights.”

As he headed up the stairs he heard a muttered “Was he attacked by vampires?” Stiles paused and grinned.

“A werewolf, actually.”  

His father sputtered and he heard the foot rest of the recliner swing shut. He turned around on the 7th step as his father came into view.

“Wait, your Derek is Derek Hale?”

“Yep,” Stiles said, smugly. He was also very curious about how his father knew of him.

The elder Stilinski had found out about werewolves not long after Stiles did — when Scott was Bitten by some unknown wandering Alpha. He was on the night shift that first full moon a couple weeks later, but stopped home to get something or other and heard the unholy racket of an angry chained up werewolf coming from the basement. Stiles hastily informed him that the situation was under control and that the murderous looking creature was actually one floppy-haired Scott McCall. 

The new wolf hadn’t wanted to join a pack at the time — apparently he didn’t have to as long as he maintained other strong personal connections — but the Alphas in the region, Satomi Ito and Talia Hale had offered resources and basic lessons. Scott took to Satomi right away so she was the one who instructed him and still checked up on him from time to time, but the Sheriff was present with Scott’s mom, Melissa, at the initial meeting and naturally looked up what he could about the resident wolves. 

His father had never mentioned the name of the 2nd Alpha knowing how especially nosy his son was back then. Scott had simply misremembered her as “Alpha Helen.” Surprise!

After explaining his dad looked at him, opening and shutting his mouth a few different times before simply snorting and shaking his head.

“Well damn. Good for you, son” he said finally, ambling back to his chair.

Good for me, indeed. And speaking of which, he had a call to make — or maybe a text, this could get embarrassing — to said werewolf bro in San Diego who should still be awake. Stiles had plans for this weekend and some questions to ask.

When Saturday came around — two weeks after he’d left for what he’d thought both the first and last time — Stiles returned to the loft as a man on a mission. Derek was still greeting him after opening the door when he dropped his bag of groceries on the floor and started kissing him. The older man’s amused grin turned into an expression of disbelief and then desire when Stiles dropped to his knees before him. Derek hurriedly closed the door and then he was leaning against it as Stiles gripped his muscular thighs and nuzzled his crotch.

“It’s next time,” he said cheekily as momentarily clawed hands fumbled with the zipper. 

He’d been drawing things out some, feeling out the situation at first and then both enjoying the anticipation itself and teasing Derek a little and hopefully making him want, but he was done waiting for more. This was the third occasion of him getting eyes on that gorgeous cock and he was going to get it in his mouth this time. Stiles lifted his eyes to watch Derek staring intently from above and opened up, sticking his tongue out for the wolf to do whatever he wanted while resting his hands on his own legs.

Derek looked at him like he was a precious thing that he also planned on sullying and then took hold of himself, rubbing the head of his cock across Stiles’ cheek and then over his top lip before sliding it onto his tongue and then inside. 

“Go on,” the Alpha prompted huskily.

Stiles closed his lips around the hot flesh stretching him wide and started bobbing, eyes fluttering at the taste and feel of him. Oh yes. After a few minutes he withdrew and teased Derek’s shaft with little licks and then over the head and dipping into the slit, making him whine and jerk minutely. Stiles engulfed him again, tongue lapping firmly on the underside of his cock as he resumed sucking. 

A hand was placed on his head and Stiles moaned in approval, encouraging the wolf to thrust as well. He opened even wider and let saliva run down, the wet sounds and the grunts of pleasure above spurring him on. When Derek started tensing up he finally lifted a hand to grasp his balls, fondling and squeezing them just hard enough to send him over the edge. 

Cum flooded his mouth, warm and rich on his tongue. Derek reached down to run the pads of his fingers up and down his throat, growling lowly as he swallowed. He didn’t stop until he took it all and the Alpha’s head fell back against the door.

“Wow.”

Stiles pulled off, wiping his mouth with the back of a hand and grinned. 

After taking a minute to rest, leaning into a bite-worthy thigh and being pet affectionately, he got up with an assist from a starry-eyed Derek, who immediately cupped his face and kissed him hungrily. Then he cleaned up a bit and made space on the counter, gathering the groceries spilling out of the bag. Now to put the rest of his plan into motion. As he unpacked the other pierogi fixings he made a show of looking for a missing item. 

“Oh crap, I don’t have the sour cream and I need it for this. Do you think you could grab some for me while I get things started?” 

Stiles made a point of not saying he forgot the sour cream because that would’ve been a big fat lie, but he must’ve still reacted in some way, perhaps his heart speeding up as he wondered if this would work or in anticipation, and the wolf narrowed his eyes suspiciously. Derek soon fell victim to his puppy dog eyes anyway and went on the errand after shooting him another dubious glance and saying “Be good.”

Going to be so good for you, Der.  

As soon as he heard the car pull away Stiles went hunting through the neat pile of clothes that the Alpha had worn, but didn’t need to go in the laundry basket yet. He selected one of Derek’s light gray T-shirts that the wolf liked to sleep and apparently run in sometimes, which were large even on his broader body. The hem came down to the very tops of his thighs in front and showed just a hint of butt cheek in the back. Perfect.

He’d had that awkward and hilarious conversation with Scott a few nights ago, who excitedly called him full of his own questions after Stiles texted “So, werewolf sex…now relevant to my interests. Give me the deets.”

There were some things he already knew about — the thing about necks, STIs not being a concern, and the importance of scent in general — but he learned that wearing their clothes in particular was like wolfnip. That certain movements and actions made them want to chase and that getting into a position that was head down and ass up went straight to their furry little brains. About the different kinds of marking.

Knowing he had 20 minutes or so at most now before Derek returned Stiles washed up quickly, put the shirt back on, and then peeked into the nightstand for lube, which he actually did forget to bring. Luckily, the wolf kept it in the typical place and he got to working himself open on the bed, teasing, but not trying to get off. Stiles withdrew three fingers when he heard the Camaro pull in — he was a pro at recognizing car engine’s thanks to years of listening for his father or other patrol cars while doing mischief — and set the scene.

Derek called out for him shortly after entering and he yelled “Up here.” 

“I hope I got the right kind,” he replied, climbing the stairs. “There were a bunch of different ones, but I just got a tub of original and also picked up s—“

Stiles wished he could’ve captured the look on Derek’s face when he walked into the bedroom and froze upon seeing him sat on the bed, leaning back on his hands with his head tilted up and to the side and his feet on the mattress, knees bent and spread wide. 

“Alpha,” he breathed, shifting his weight to one hand and trailing a finger between his cheeks with the other. He rolled over onto his forearms and knees after seeing Derek’s hands clench and his eyes turn red.

Stiles heard the sound of the grocery bag hitting the floor and then a belt being unbuckled and clothes quickly being pulled off and discarded. He shivered with anticipation as the mattress dipped behind him.

Derek’s left hand fisted in the shirt and exposed more of his back as the right palmed the corresponding butt cheek, thumb sliding over his wet hole before slipping easily inside.

“I’m ready for you.”

“Stiles,” Derek groaned, letting go of the shirt to grab the bottle of lube on the bed.

The cap was popped open one-handed as the wolf continued to play with his asshole and Stiles closed his eyes, just focusing on the sensation and listening to the slick sounds behind him.

Then he was being mounted, cock head pressed against his rim. He made a high-pitched whine when he was breached and Derek’s hips jerked forward as he sunk deeper, rumbling deep in his chest. Stiles grinned. Another effective werewolf turn-on. He dropped his head lower so that the Alpha could mouth over more of his neck as he bottomed out.  

Eyes all but rolling back at the feeling of being so full, he started rocking and squeezing the thick cock buried inside him. When Derek’s arms braced on either side of him and the thrusting began Stiles’ jaw fell open in pleasure even greater than he’d imagined. 

Derek:

The feeling of plunging into Stiles’ welcoming heat was indescribable. He was enveloped. Embedded. Euphoric. 

Derek knew that the human was up to something, but had assumed a prank or game of some kind. Maybe hiding notes or trinkets for him to find later or making some mystery concoction.

He was not expecting to find Stiles in his bed, naked except for his shirt, showing off his throat and glistening hole and then presenting for him. It took all of his control to not just rip through his clothes.

And now he was inside with Stiles eagerly moving around him. Derek almost pulled out before snapping his hips and driving forward again and again and again, desperate to fill him. To feel him.

The sounds of Stiles’ pleasure were intoxicating and fueled him to go faster and harder. He shoved his face into a clothed shoulder, inhaling their combined scents and then rubbing his stubble over the younger man’s exposed skin. Despite his wolf’s protests, he held back his knot as he drew near. Soon hopefully, but not yet.

Derek thought of Stiles swallowing his release an hour or so before and how he was now going to plant his seed within this passage as well, saturating the human’s core with himself, and tipped over the edge. He thrusted on, groaning as his cock pulsed, and shortly after Stiles was crying out and contracting around him untouched. Derek wrapped an arm around him and rose up into a kneeling position, bringing Stiles with him and turning his head to kiss him greedily as they rocked through the aftershocks. 

They rinsed off cursorily in the shower, Stiles smirking at him knowingly while using soap on his hands, but not his body and then dressing in more of his clothes. Derek backed him into a wall and sucked a massive bruise onto the side of his neck.

Finally, they got around to making lunch, Derek watching Stiles prepare the dough with sour cream and then helping to assemble the potato, cheese, and fried onion pierogis after copying  the first few. Apparently, there were several ways to cook them including boiling, baking, boiling and pan-frying, and pan-frying and steaming. Stiles decided on the latter, topping the browned dumplings with chives and parsley and serving them with more sour cream sprinkled with smoked paprika. It was delicious and Stiles smelled sweet with happiness and satisfaction at his enjoyment. 

Derek said he still felt a bit hungry afterward and scooped the squawking human up while he was attempting to do dishes, depositing him gently on his back on the kitchen table. He tugged off the loose gray sweats and swept an arm under Stiles’ knees, folding him up and leaning down to lick broad stripes over the sensitive furled muscle before pushing against it and dipping in. When Stiles came he lapped up the pearly liquid on his belly, sucked his cock clean, pulled up the pants, and then carried the momentarily speechless human into the living room. 

Stiles chose a movie called Were The World Mine to watch that was on his list, but that neither of them had seen yet. It was about a bullied gay teenager cast as Puck in a school production of A Midsummer Night’s Dream who finds a recipe for a love potion and various shenanigans ensue. Derek’s pick was Baz Luhrman’s Romeo + Juliet in keeping with both the Shakespeare theme and his love for interesting, cool-looking films. Stiles humored him and his raving about the aesthetic, editing, soundtrack, and more when it was over, eventually quieting him by climbing into his lap and occupying his tongue. 

And that’s how they ended up upstairs again, Derek being straddled once more, only now with Stiles perched on his knot.

He’d been planning to bring it up (ha!) some other time, likely a ways down the road, but Stiles surprised him yet again and asked Derek if he’d like to, obviously curious about it himself. Um, yeah. He was ridden silly until it formed and together they worked it inside nice and easy. Derek grinned from ear to ear as he experienced this dream come true and, well, came more than he ever had before.

Stiles was still milking him, approaching his own orgasm when he heard the sound of the door being opened downstairs and then an all too annoyingly familiar voice. 

“Hey Derek!”

He groaned and knocked his head against the bedstead. Did the wolf not have ears and a nose?

“What are you up to ton—“

Before he could manage to say anything the human still defiantly grinding on his cock took a deep breath.

“Get out!”

There was a pause and then laughter and a half-assed “Ope, my bad” before the door slammed shut again. 

“I’m getting you another lock, Derek,” Stiles hissed.

“And I’ll only give you the key, babe” he said, grinning and kissing the annoyed human’s nose. And maybe Boyd. Hecould be trusted to be both observant and considerate.

He wasn’t about to let Ethan ruin Stiles’ good time again so he immediately got to work on distracting him from the intrusion, sucking his nipples and taking hold of his cock while moving his hips in small circles.

“Fuck, Der,” the youth said between moans.

Derek refrained from making the obvious joke, but smiled into Stiles’ neck where he was now leaving more pretty bruises. He put his free hand on the humans hip and then moved it over his ass, grabbing a cheek before sliding fingers between to feel where they were connected. That was apparently the last bit of stimulation needed because then Stiles was gasping and spasming around his knot. He grabbed his cock as he came to aim the rest of his release at Derek’s chest and abdomen.

“CLAAAIIIIMM!” Stiles yelled for any other lurking supernaturals and probably the neighbors on multiple floors to hear, panting and grinning wolfishly.

They both started giggling.

The younger man brought his enthusiastic grinding down to a slow slow rocking motion and reached over to rub his cum into Derek’s skin, affecting him more than he would’ve imagined. Claimed. Eyes prickling and heart full with a knot that might never go down at this rate, he burrowed one hand into the hair at the back of Stiles’ head and pulled him in for deep, sloppy kiss. 

About an hour later they were sprawled across the couch, heads at opposite ends and legs tangled together while watching — what else — that cooking show when Stiles got a couple texts in quick succession. Derek grinned, pretty sure he knew what that was about. Stiles inhaled sharply and then barked out a laugh, sitting up to smack him playfully on the shoulder as more messages arrived. 

“Oh my god, Derek. So that’s what you were doing on your phone literally behind my back while we were waiting for your knot to go down. And why you were asking if I had plans with my dad again today. You little sneak, you actually did it!” 

Stiles’ laughter turned into an indignant cry when he grabbed the phone and then trapped the struggling human out of arms reach with his legs. 

“Keep trying babe. Alpha werewolf, remember.” 

Now Stiles sounded like a cat with its tail jammed in a door. Yeah, he’d be paying for this later, but it was so funny right now. The screen wasn’t locked yet so Derek clicked on Messages and pulled up the most recent ones as the last few came through. 

From Daddio:

<I’m pretty sure I don’t want to know why Derek Hale just sent me a veritable feast from Sauce & Bone.>

<But I’m going to enjoy the hell out of this for lunch tonight and over the next few days.>

<Definitely beats the turkey & sprout wrap or whatever that Parrish was trying to pawn off on me.>

<Tell him thanks for me.>

<And also that he’s coming over for dinner at the house next Saturday. 6:00pm.>

<And thank you too I guess. Ugh. But hands off my grub!>

<Love you, kiddo.>

Aww. Derek was honestly kind of afraid a bit nervous about meeting the Sheriff, but he liked what he knew of the man so far. And he clearly had him to thank for his favorite human and current hellcat giving him another chance. He supposed he’d have to send Scott something too for the werewolf tips. Derek tossed the phone back to the glaring younger man, but didn't let him up just yet. He waited until after Stiles read the last 3 messages and smiled fondly despite himself.

Of course he was still pounced upon anyway and he resigned himself to his fate, which was apparently an adorably growly Stiles draped on top of him and latched onto his neck like a lamprey, biting and sucking marks onto his skin more intensely than usual. After laying there for a while Derek wrapped his arms around him.

“The night’s still young. You wanna go to Jungle, babe? There might be a really hot dancer there that’s fun and smart and snarky and just amazing in every way.”

Stiles detached from his neck to roll his eyes at Derek, but he couldn’t help the grin and blush that followed. He admired his handiwork for a few moments and then got up.

“Nah, I’m in the mood for staying in. I hear there’s this sweet, geeky, super sexy Alpha werewolf that’s good with his hands who lives around here somewhere. Gonna see if he likes to chase as much as they say.” 

And with that Stiles started backing away slowly. 

Derek stood up, head tilting involuntarily as Stiles started moving faster and then thankfully turned around so he didn’t trip over something and brain himself. He began following as well. The human then ran for and then up the stairs and he set off after his shrieking prey. As soon as Stiles cleared the last step he leapt and wrapped himself around the younger man and turned to let himself take the brunt of the landing, which was at least on the plush rug. 

He rolled them over so that he was on top of Stiles in the dark room, rutting against his ass and firmly, but carefully biting the back of his neck. The heavy scent of arousal and the accompanying whine from his captive made him rumble happily and Derek released his jaws to lave over the skin instead. 

Then he mouthed over the juncture between Stiles’ shoulder and neck, setting his teeth there and imagining leaving his mark one day, and the human gasped. Derek stilled for a moment realizing that either the wolf friend told him or he somehow found out another way about what biting there meant. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly before leaving a kiss right over it. 

He might not be ready to say it and he wouldn’t assume that Stiles was there yet so soon, but Derek wasn’t going to freak out about him knowing what he was thinking about either. What he hoped for in the future that he could now see for them. 

“I’m so glad I met you, Stiles,” he said quietly. 

There was an eruption of wiggling beneath him so he raised up enough to let the human turn over.

“Likewise, Derek,” Stiles replied. 

Derek couldn’t make out his expression in the scant light reaching them from downstairs, but there was that sweet scent of joy and he saw a shadowy face coming towards, kissing him softly after his lips were located. And then after arms pulled him down that face sank into his throat, moving until Stiles found that same spot and bit down gently, sucking a mark there too. Well then.

Eyes burning red, he flipped his future mate back onto his belly and got ready for what could be Round 3, Round 5 or Round 8 depending on how and from when you counted it. It didn’t matter. If Derek had his way he’d spend the rest of his life working toward Round Infinity.

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You're Still Here (TSFF)

Prompt: Carding your fingers through your lover's hair after a bad nightmare, not caring that it's sweaty or matted, but just that they'll be able to get a good night's sleep, even if it's at the sacrifice of your own.

A prompt carried over from the archived blog! (Thank you @catboyazure for the ask 🖤)

Warnings: Brief mention of gore (canon events), trauma, nightmares

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The night was soft and cold. Outside, the moon drifted slowly across the sky, and the stars dipped in-and-out of sight as storm clouds rolled in with the promise of rainy weather. Inside, a baby slept peacefully, paying no mind to the static of the monitor above, nor privy to the turmoil playing out only a couple feet away from her crib. 

“You’re okay, you’re okay…” Filly wasn’t sure what he’d dreamed about this time. It could’ve been the Baker family, or Mother Miranda and her lords, or Mia. Whatever it was, it had him in pieces beside her; tight breaths coming out in sharp bursts, eyes shining with unshed tears, hands clutching tightly at her clothes like she might disappear if he let go. 

“R-Rose…” 

She wasn’t sure if he’d actually spoken, or if her mind had incorrectly translated his shaky breathing. Regardless, she answered, “Rose is okay, she’s here, she’s okay, she’s just sleeping…” 

There was no point in turning the lights on. There was no point in waking Rosemary from her sleep; Ethan would calm down slowly, and eventually he’d crawl out of bed to make absolutely sure she was alright. 

All Filly could do until then was assure him of where he was. Far away from the mold-choked shell of the Baker house, or the nightmarish fairytale of the little village in Romania that didn’t exist anymore. She held him tightly to her chest, tucking his face into the crook of her neck and rubbing soothing circles onto his back as he continued to cling to her for dear life. 

“You-You’re here…” He sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than her, and it hurt her heart a little to hear. 

Ethan had assured her, over and over again, that her absence in the three years between the Baker house and Romania was forgotten. They’d talked about it. She’d apologized more than once. He’d forgiven her more than once. But in these moments, when dark memories reached towards him with cold hands, he always seemed astonished that she was there when he awoke. She tried to tell herself it was because Mia and Rosemary had both been taken, with only one returned. That he was surprised she’d been spared the same awful fate. 

Still, in these moments, it was difficult not to blame herself. 

At her lack of response, his grip on her shirt tightened to an uncomfortable degree.

“F-Fil…?” 

In all her years of knowing him, Filly couldn’t remember Ethan ever sounding so small and scared. It made her heart ache. Ignoring the tears springing to her eyes, she shook her head. “I’m here, I’m here… I’m sorry, I-” 

But the apology died on her lips. This wasn’t about her, she thought scathingly. This was about him. She had hurt herself by hurting him all that time ago, and in the morning, when she apologized for the hundredth time, he would tell her again that he’d already forgiven her. 

For now though, she wasn’t the one in need of comfort. 

“I’m here, Ethan. I’m still here.” She shifted to hug him closer, and he responded by letting go of her shirt to wrap his arms around her in a bone-crushing hug. “We’re all still here.” She struggled through the words with how tightly he was holding her, but she tried not to fuss. If this was what he needed to assure himself that she was actually there, she would consider it a small price. 

Eventually, he let go. Like always, his grip got looser and looser as the need to check on Rosemary grew from a fleeting thought to a sharp spike of anxiety that demanded attention. 

The lamp on his side of the bed was turned on with a heavy click. Ethan slipped out of bed, looking almost sickly in the lamplight; pale and shining with a thin layer of sweat. He grabbed her hand as he went, hesitating for only a moment before flitting away to the crib at the end of the bed. 

As always, the sight calmed him down. 

Rosemary was still sleeping, undisturbed by the muted sobbing and hushed comforts only a couple feet away. She was whole, still. She was okay. 

“She’s safe.” Filly whispered behind him, having slipped quietly out of bed to place a gentle hand on his arm. He heaved a heavy sigh, unspoken tension finally releasing from his shoulders. 

“I know- I knew she would be. Thank God.” He said it like he didn’t quite believe it. Like he expected to wake up from this dream and be back in Romania, with a daughter in pieces and a newly-dead Mia. 

Filly couldn’t know what he felt–nor the extent to which he was feeling it–but she saw the look in his eyes and slipped her arms around him silently, pressing her forehead to his back to remind him that she was still here.

Some tension went away again. Not all of it, but some. 

They stayed like that for minutes, or hours, in silence only broken by Ethan’s slowly calming breaths. Later, when Ethan’s heart had calmed down and he’d finished memorizing the sight of his daughter safely sleeping, they would both slip back into bed to wait out the night. Neither would quite get back to sleep; Ethan would stay awake to keep himself from dreaming, and Filly would be upright beside him, holding his hand and making herself a comforting weight on his side.

As always, he would assure her that she didn’t have to stay awake with him.

As always, she would insist. 

“Just try to relax,” She’d say, and she’d rub patterns and shapes onto his palm until the tension vanished completely. “I’ll be here if you fall asleep.”

Then he’d smile at her; a weak but precious thing, and pull her close to whisper into her hair, “I know.” 

[wheelsupin-five]

First Line Tag Game

Rules: Post the first lines of your last 10 fics posted to ao3. if you have less than 10 fics posted, post the first lines of all your fics.

I was tagged by @fatedbuddie <33 thank you sm bestie 

1. Quiet Love (spencer/ethan, cm)

The movie he watched curled up on Ethan’s couch promised him this would be life-changing, that the world would collapse and be reborn into something bigger and brighter.

2. Under Kitchen Light (buddie)

It’s 3am and the left-hand side of the bed is cold. Buck’s tired fingers grasp at the sheets, his brain lagging behind.

3. Let yourself in (I've got you)  ( buddie)

It’s empty. The walls around him he’s supposed to call home echo nothing but the quiet buzz of the fridge and the ringing in his ears.

4. Like Lovers, Like Gods  ( buddie)

Pillowed in muted light, the sun blurs through dark curtains as warm hands trail Buck’s body. He threads his fingers in Eddie’s hair, tugging gently, earning him a low hum against his lips.

5. Almost Almost Almost  ( buddie)

Buck watches warmly as Eddie leans over the pool table to line up the shot. His head is fuzzy with alcohol, and he can only hope Hen and Chimney’s attention is on the shot as his eyes linger on Eddie’s ass, and not for the first time tonight.

6. Accidentally By Mistake  ( buddie)

Buck’s sitting on the couch, handing Chimney’s ass to him in Halo when he sees Eddie quickly approaching him from the corner of his eye. He ducks his character undercover, as Chim makes a break for one of the corridors.

7. Lost and Found (destiel)

The moon reflects shallowly from the puddle at Dean’s feet. Cas is warm and solid next to him, shoulder to shoulder as they lean against the side of the impala. Dean can’t look at him.

8. Little Things (destiel)

The moon reflects shallowly from the puddle at Dean’s feet. Cas is warm and solid next to him, shoulder to shoulder as they lean against the side of the impala. Dean can’t look at him.

9. And May Time Let Us Heal (destiel)

It hurts less with time. At Least that's what Dean promises Cas, who has nothing but a shot of vodka to numb the pain as Dean stitches the gash on his arm back together.

10. Before It's Too Late (destiel)

His heart beats loudly in his chest, the vamp dropping hard onto Cas. Dean clutches his machete tightly holding Cas’ gaze, hollow and shaken.

I have no idea who has aalreadydone this but i am tagging @ci5mates @jobairdxx @dreamingdiaz @shortsighted-owl @gayedmundodiaz and whoever else wants to do it !!

[choicesficwriterscreations]

Choices Crossover Fics 2023 Masterlist

✒️= Fanfic | 📱= Text Fics/Edits | 🎨= Fanart Ⓜ️ = Mature Content 18+ | 🔥 = Explicit/NSFW 18+

January 2023

History Hates Lovers ✒️| Red Carpet Diaries / Desire & Decorum |Thomas Hunt x F!MC, Anabelle Parsons x F!MC - @peonyblossom

March 2023

Blood Moon ✒️| Bloodbound / Wolf Bride | Adrian Raines x F!Reader x M!OC - @khoicesbyk 🔥

Immortal Desires Harris (Series) | Immortal Desires / My Two First Loves Noah Harris x MC - @korgbelmont Part 5 ✒️ Part 6: Finale ✒️

May 2023

Harris A New Life ✒️| Immortal Desires / My Two First Loves |Noah Harris (MTFL) x Gabriela Adalhard (ID) - @korgbelmont

Serendipity ✒️Ⓜ️| The Royal Romance/ Open Heart | Drake Walker x MC, Bryce Lahela x MC - @deb-1106 and @walkerismychoice

Serendipity Part 2 ✒️| The Royal Romance / Open Heart | Drake Walker x MC, Bryce Lahela x MC - @deb-1106 and @walkerismychoice

In Times of Comfort ✒️| The Royal Romance / Red Carpet Diaries |Thomas Hunt x F!OC - @alj4890

Once (Series) | The Royal Romance / Red Carpet Diaries | Sam Dalton, Ethan Ramsey, Robin Flores - @peonierose Part 4 ✒️Ⓜ️

June 2023:

Angels in Hell ✒️| A Courtesan of Rome / Open Heart | Marc Anthony x MC, Tobias Carrick x MC - @boneandfur

Répondez,S'il Vous Plaît! ✒️ | Immortal Desires / It Lives | Multiple Pairings - @aallotarenunelma 🏳️‍🌈

Répondez,S'il Vous Plaît ! 2 (AU Series) ✒️| Immortal Desires / It Lives | Multiple Pairings - @aallotarenunelma 🏳️‍🌈

Dancing with Our Hands Tied ✒️| The Royal Romance / Rules of Engagement |Leo Rys x F!MC - @leelee10898

Friends with Rollerskates ✒️| Bloodbound / Open Heart | BB!F!OC and OH!M!OC - @ezekielbhandarivalleros

One Night in Cordonia (Round Robin) | The Royal Romance / Open Heart - @jerzwriter Chapter 8: All's Well That Ends Well ✒️Ⓜ️

July 2023

you’ll find me on my tallest tiptoes, spinning in my highest heels, love, shining just for you ✒️| Hot Coture & Crimes of Passion | Marco Di Vincezo x F!MC, Marguerite Thorne x F!OC - @peonyblossom

The Royal Romance, Crimes of Passion, Desire & Decorum, Blades of Light and Shadow

Shadows & Deceptions: A Royal Murder Mystery Parts 1 & 2 ✒️| Various Pairings - @storyofmychoices

Shadows & Deceptions: A Royal MurderMystery Parts 3 & 4 ✒️| Various Pairings - @storyofmychoices

The Royal Romance / Crimes of Passion / Desire & Decorum/ Blades of Light & Shadow

Shadows & Deceptions: A Royal Murder Mystery Parts 5 & 6 ✒️| Various Pairings - @storyofmychoices

Shadows & Deceptions: A Royal Murder Mystery Parts 7 & 8 ✒️| Various Pairings - @storyofmychoices

August 2023

Crimes of Passion / Nightbound

Crimes/Nightbound Drabble ✒️| Nik Ryder x MC, Trystan Thorne x MC - @lilyoffandoms

October 2023

Bloodbound/Nightbound

Disembodied (Series) ✒️| Adrian Raines x MC, Nik Ryder x MC - @mynotsohealthyobsession Part 3 (of 8)

Endless Summer/Hero

Let the Shadows Fall Behind You ✒️| Jake McKenzie x MC, ES!MC & Hero!MC - @saibug1022

November 2023

Bloodbound/Nightbound

Disembodied (Series) Part 5 ✒️ | Adrian Raines x MC, Nik Ryder x MC - @mynotsohealthyobsession

December 2023

Bloodbound/Nightbound

Disembodied - Part 6/8 ✒️| Adrian Raines x MC, Nik Ryder x MC - @mynotsohealthyobsession

The Nanny Affair/Open Heart

Once (Series) ✒️| Sam Dalton, TNA F!MC, Ethan Ramsey by @peonierose Part 5

Immortal Desires / It Lives Anthology

Jouluyö - Christmas Night ✒️🏳️‍🌈🌟| Various Pairings - @aallotarenunelma

[haideri98]

The Girl I Love: Chronicles of Endearing Affection

Chapter 1: Celestial Whispers

 In a quaint, picturesque town nestled amidst rolling hills and babbling brooks, there lived a girl named Sophia. Her presence had a certain magnetism, an aura that seemed to draw people towards her like moths to a flame. It wasn't just her physical beauty that captivated hearts; it was an intangible essence that set her apart from the rest. Sophia possessed an ethereal quality, as if she held a secret connection with the cosmos.

Sophia's deep-rooted fascination with the celestial world was no secret. From a young age, she found solace and enchantment in the vast expanse of the night sky. The moon, in all its radiant glory, was her greatest muse. Its silvery luminescence spoke to her soul, awakening a sense of wonder and awe that coursed through her veins.

Her love for the moon transcended the realm of mere admiration; it became an intrinsic part of her being. Sophia was a selenophile, a lover of the moon. Its gentle presence in the night sky stirred something profound within her, evoking a sense of peace and belonging. She felt as though the moon whispered secrets, its soft glow illuminating hidden corners of her heart.

Each evening, as the sun set and darkness enveloped the world, Sophia would find herself drawn to a cozy spot beneath the night sky. With eyes wide and heart open, she would gaze upward, drinking in the celestial tapestry that unfolded before her. The moon, with its ever-changing phases, held her captive. It was as if each phase represented a different facet of her own being—sometimes full and radiant, sometimes shrouded in a veil of mystery.

Sophia's connection with the moon went beyond mere observation; it seeped into every aspect of her life. In her artwork, she sought to capture the moon's luminous beauty, blending shades of silver and pearl to evoke its enchanting essence. She adorned her home with delicate lunar motifs, filling her surroundings with a sense of celestial harmony. And even in her dreams, the moon would weave its way into her subconscious, casting a gentle glow over her slumbering imagination.

As fate would have it, Sophia's profound connection with the moon found expression in her chosen profession. She became a teacher, sharing her knowledge and passion with eager minds. Her students were drawn to her like moths to a celestial flame, their curiosity ignited by her ethereal presence.

In the classroom, Sophia's teaching was akin to a moonbeam illuminating a dark night. Her words were gentle and soothing, like the whispered caress of a gentle breeze. She nurtured her students' imaginations, encouraging them to explore the wonders of the universe. Her lessons transcended textbooks, venturing into the realm of awe and wonder. Through her guidance, she sought to instill in her students the same reverence and love for the moon that had captivated her own heart.

The students looked up to Sophia, not just as a teacher, but as a guiding light in their lives. She possessed a rare ability to make them feel seen and understood, as if she could peer into the depths of their souls and uncover their hidden dreams. In her presence, they too felt the celestial whisper of the moon, their own connection to the ethereal realm.

For one student in particular, named Ethan, Sophia's impact went far beyond the bounds of the classroom. He found himself bewitched by her presence, his heart held captive by the luminous glow that seemed to radiate from her very being. Sophia became the moon to his night sky, lighting up his world with a brilliance he had never known.

Ethan, like Sophia, was drawn to the moon's mysterious allure. Together, they shared a connection that transcended words. In each other's company, they would often find themselves lost in a shared fantasy world, where reality blended seamlessly with the realms of dreams and imagination. Their conversations were punctuated by the soft music of their hearts, harmonizing with the celestial symphony of the moon.

As their bond deepened, Ethan couldn't help but be enraptured by Sophia's selenophile spirit. He found himself composing love poems in his mind, borrowing verses from the romantic poets who had penned odes to the moon. He recalled the words of John Keats, who wrote, "A thing of beauty is a joy forever," and felt those very sentiments echoing in his heart. For Sophia was indeed a thing of beauty, her connection with the moon a joy that resonated within him endlessly.

As the moon waxed and waned, so did Ethan's emotions. His crush on Sophia bloomed like a fragile flower, its petals unfurling under the moon's tender gaze. He yearned to express his affection, to gather the courage to confess his feelings to the girl who had become his celestial inspiration.

In the small town where Sophia's love affair with the moon had blossomed, their destinies were intertwined like constellations in the night sky. Their connection, nurtured beneath the gentle luminescence of the moon, held the promise of a love story as timeless as the stars themselves.

[kpophubb]

Hii love

do u mind telling me ur thoughts about sooha, if you've read dark moon?

I know the #sooha_OUT community are going to come for me for this, but i personally think that she's a neat and pretty girl ( LIKE I WOULD KILL TO HAVE HER HAIR AND BODY EVEN THOUGH SHES FICTIONAL) and maybe it's the fact that heli and solon are her potential love interests that has everybody buzzing like bees. And maybe her role is irrelevant in the lore, but i guess they seem to forget that she played an important role in the mvs of drunk-dazed and fever. I just can't wrap my head around the fact that people are hating on A FICTIONAL CHARACTER because she's a princess, has the most gorgeous guys in the webtoon pining for her, and has super strength.

Also, I believe i might change my bias to Sunghoon :)

Hi hi my baby bini!!🤍🥰 how are you today and tell me what you’ve been upto recently? I felt like I’ve missed u so much and haven’t heard from you in a while..

now coming to sooha..I did talk about this with you before in another ask you sent that sadly I don’t know her enough to judge her babe😭 I only read the free ch 1 of the webtoon series and trust me if I could read the entire thing, I’d be doing it RN to come and talk to you about it in detail ( BUT idk how to purchase these things bc I don’t have a credit card ¿ )

anyways, at first I felt like fans were raging about sooha bc she was getting unnecessary attention and the series was becoming ABOUT HER and not the BOYS like it was originally planned to be. It was supposed to be their story and how they grow, get over their fears and get accepted in the outside world. That’s why, some fans hated sooha when she stole the spotlight and the guys LITERALLY STARTED FIGHTING EACHOTHER for her 💔 secondly, I thought reading the funny attacking tweets were just an inner joke between engenes and Enha. The whole “#sooha_out” thing was just for fun and not serious at all, that’s why engenes were even taunting enha on their vlives and asking them “sooha vs. engene”. It all felt like a funny light hearted joke and engenes being jealous and cute for enhypen, so the matter totally slid from my brain.

HOWEVER, if some people are obsessively throwing hate on this character mainly because of jealousy…then uhm isn’t that very immature? Like come on, this was a teen romance genre series in the first place so it was obvious someone was gonna be her lover (most probably heli bc it was sorta foreshadowed in the first chapter I think by their meeting). And the bite oh god…🙄 it’s just HELI, another fictional character not even OUR REAL HEESEUNG. If sooha was an irl girl, living in the enha dorm with them physically as some sort of 8th member in the group then maybe the jealousy would’ve been (a little justified ¿ ) but this is just very childish…

at the end I still think people are just doing it as an inner joke trend and nth too seriously..Ik some people are making a REAL big and serious big deal outta it but some obsessed problematic fans exist everywhere ESPECIALLY Twitter! 🤦🏻‍♀️ or else why do you think jay would have had to apologise recently and made felt like that for something..so simple that they all misunderstood. It was clear he had good intentions but NAH some people just had to be like that..

AND WOW THIS CALLS FOR CELEBRATION🤩🥳🎊🎉🍻 I’m clearly assuming it’s bc ethan lee always seems to threaten your sanity, hmm? 😉

[love-bokumono-fics]

Fresh Crops! January 1 - January 8, 2023

This week's newest fics and chapter updates for Harvest Moon and Story of Seasons on AO3.

Lucky day - by nightm0de; Complete, 2/2, 3.5k

Rating: Explicit; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: M/M Fandom: Trio of Towns Relationship: Ford/Wayne; Characters: Ford, Wayne, Frank, Megan, Ethan Additional Tags: Cock Warming, Hate Sex, but not really, Bottom Wayne, Top Ford, wayne just thinks ford is super sexy and if he bugs him enough he’ll fuck him, Consentual though dw, Stress Relief, Fluff and Smut, a lil hardcore at the beginning, Rough Sex, Angry Sex, Angry Kissing, Possessive Behavior, Wayne’s a little shit, Ford has OCD, not really relevant but there, Aftercare, Falling In Love, it's gay cowboys Summary: Wayne knew that if he felt lucky, the first thing he should always do is run to the Westown health clinic. Not because he was ill or injured—but because on lucky days, Wayne got fucked silly.

Story of Seasons Create a Character Contest: Petra - by superhenryjones; Complete, 1/1, 3.2k

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Fandom: Harvest Moon and Story of Seasons (General) Summary: This was a character made for the Ranch Story character creation contest. Petra was made to be romanced by anyone, so I tried to keep the language referring to the Player Character as neutral as possible. I will clean up the formatting and include the art from my co-creator chaos/reflow when I have time. Petra does deal with anxiety on a regular basis and I tried to put realistic human touches on it, so if you're not in the right place to experience a character's second-hand anxiety, maybe don't read this now. Other than that, I hope you have as much fun reading about her as we did making her!

Gabriel's Baby - by PirateQueen20; Complete, 8/8, 2.3k

Rating: Mature; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Categories: F/M, Other Fandom: Light of Hope Relationships: Farmer/Gabriel, Farmer/Edmond; Characters: Edmond, Gabriel, Farmer Additional Tags: Cheating, Infertility, Childbirth, Alternate Universe - Farm/Ranch, Shameless Smut, no editing we die like men Summary: I don't know what to say to make you want to read this. It's a fic about a video game, and it includes cheating. It's just some spice, for fun. This is after you complete the main storyline and start a family. This is about marital dissatisfaction and infertility. This is gaining carnal knowledge of both of your best friends. This is being a single mother, with papa in the arm chair. This is trying to be part of a community and feeling more alone than ever.

Degausser - by SHADESofDEATHxx; WIP, 3/?, 14k

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings; Category: F/M Fandoms: Friends of Mineral Town Characters: Pete | Jack, Claire the Farmer, Ann the Innkeeper | Ran, Gray, Cliff, Jennifer, Popuri, Rick, Karen, Brandon, Kai, Elli | Elly, Doctor | Trent, Mary the Librarian | Marie, Mineral Town Residents Additional Tags: Redemption, Fresh Start, Loneliness, Angst, Self-Loathing, Self-Acceptance Summary: Those that live in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones – but that’s all Jack and Claire ever knew up until a series of half-lit cruel intentions landed them on the ferry to the desolate island of Mineral Town. After all, it was certainly easier to cast judgment unto others than it was to face the skeletons in your own closet. And surely no one would have an ill word to say about a brooding playboy and an immature party girl taking over the once-great farm that founded and funded their small town, right?

Sugar and Spice - by Chibimiie; WIP, 51/?, 132k

Rating: Mature; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: F/M Fandoms: Animal Parade Relationships: Chase/Molly the Farmer, Angela/Luke; Characters: Molly | Hikari, Angela the Farmer, Chase, Luke, Kasey the Farmer Additional Tags: Slow Burn, oh god how do you tag fics, mentions of eating disorders, alternating povs, Friends to Lovers, Cross-Posted on FanFiction.Net, bumped up the rating because i honestly should have a little bit ago, burn so slow it's honestly a simmer Summary: Wanting to get away from past hurts of the city, sisters Molly and Angela decide to respond to a flyer advertising an abandoned farm on the faraway island of Castanet. Leaving behind their closest friends and brother Kasey, the two take a chance and move to the tiny island hoping for a new chance at life.

Good Ending - by chewypetals; Complete, 1/1, 1.1k

Rating: General Audiences; Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings; Category: M/M Fandoms: Pioneers of Olive Town Relationship: Male Farmer/Matsuyuki; Characters: Male Farmer, Matsuyuki Additional Tags: Hugs, Sleepy Cuddles, Spooning, they are soft, Eiji is so soft I love him Summary: As the title suggests, I wanted more fluff after that hug fic.

The Heart of a Westown Cowboy - by Mya_Stone; WIP, 3/?, 5k

Rating: General Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: F/M Fandom: Trio of Towns Relationship: Female Farmer/Wayne; Characters: Frank, Ford, Carrie, Brad, Megan, Hector, Colin, Daryl | Darius, Marlena, Lynn Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Romance, Romantic Friendship, Guy Falls First, I Wrote This For Me But I'll Share It With You Summary: Wayne is Westown's perpetually single lady's man. He'd like to settle down but he just hasn't found The One and he's fairly certain he's met everyone in town. Then Melody moves in, taking a plot of her uncle's ranch to fulfill her dream of being a rancher. A college-educated business woman, Melody doesn't accept failure - especially not her own. As Wayne falls hard for her, she struggles to return his affections until she has what she came for - and when she continually comes up short at the cow competitions, she begins to wonder if Westown is really the place for her.