#derek x reader

[halsteadlover]

𝐀 𝐰𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐧

*Pics not mine credits to the owner*

• Pairing: Derek Morgan x Female!Reader.

• Requested by anon: Could you please write a derek Morgan x reader smut where the reader and derek and the team obvi are on a case and while interviewing neighbors in the apartments the reader makes a stupid bet like "I bet whoever lives here is a hot single bachelor in his 20s" and then it's the opposite and when they are back in the car derek makes the reader pay up but with her panties and when she goes to get them back at the end of the day it leads to smut.

• Warnings: a really brief mention of a murder case (it’s just a sentence), dirty talk, cuss words, making out, semi-public foreplay (f. receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it up you guyssss!!)

• Word count: 5.5K

• A/N: my first Derek fic 😭 I hope you like it guys, please let me know what do you think about it and also comment, like and reblog, it’d mean the world. Sending lots of love to everyone ❤️

What part of your brain thought it was a good idea to make a bet with Derek Morgan?

You didn’t even know why you did it, it must’ve been the pleasure of losing because there was no way on earth you would’ve won.

You and Morgan were about to go interview a witness for a case you were working on: a serial killer who was killing his victims by setting fires. You were walking next to each other while you thought of some way to make what was going to be a long and boring afternoon, interesting.

You and Derek had a, well… Particular relationship, to say the least.

Months prior you and him had started to have sex. It started out as a purely physical thing as you had always been very attracted to each other, but as time went on you found yourselves spending time together and enjoying each other’s company even outside of a sexual sphere.

Your relationship, both from a working and private point of view, had always been characterized by a playful banter, mischievous jokes, by the constant flirting so it wasn’t strange you both often found yourselves making bets aimed to make lose the other’s mind.

In fact, it was at that moment that you came up with an idea for a bet, however forgetting he took them so seriously it seemed like his life depended on it, especially since most of the time he won, and the penances were of a sexual nature. Of course you didn’t mind losing one bit.

“I bet whoever lives here is a hot single bachelor in his twenties,” you said, pointing to the apartment where you were heading, ready to question the witness. He grinned and glanced at you, hands shoved in his pockets.

“Oh baby girl, you still don’t understand it’s a losing battle?”

“What’s the matter Agent Morgan, you afraid of losing?” You challenged him with the deliberate pleasure of teasing him and in fact he immediately gave in to your provocation.

He chuckled, shaking his head slightly in amusement. You arrived in front of the apartment door that had the number ‘23’ on its sign. You were standing facing each other while he thought about the penance, he would’ve make you do if you – most likely – lost.

Another evil, mocking grin appeared on his lips, and you immediately knew you were in trouble. “You’ll give me your panties when you lose.”

“If I lose.”

“When. But you can still back out.”

“Never.”

He held out a hand towards you but you didn’t miss the way his eyes roamed over your body from head to toe, checking you out without shame. Over time you had learned to understand what he was thinking, what was hidden behind his look and you almost caught fire because you immediately recognized that look, it was the one he gave you when he was imagining you naked in every possible and imaginable position.

And in fact, you weren’t wrong.

Just the thought of having your panties in his pocket, walking around and smelling you, was enough to make his dick stir in his pants.

You knew the odds of you winning the bet were slim, but your competitive nature made you shake Morgan’s hand, and he gave you another one of his panty-ripping smiles.

“Wipe that smirk off your face, don’t take the victory for granted.”

He raised his hands in surrender, chuckling. “I would never dare but be realistic darling. Do you know how low the odds are?”.

“What if I win?”.

“You won’t.”

“What if I win?” You repeated, crossing your arms over your chest.

He shrugged, very sure he’d win. “You’ll choose the penance.”

You thought about it for a moment and a mischievous smile appeared on your lips this time. “I’ll do a strip tease and a lap dance.”

He looked at you with a raised eyebrow. “How is that a penance? Baby I’d drop on my knees right now to make this happen...”

“…But you’ll be handcuffed, you won’t be able to touch me and I won’t make you come.”

He opened his mouth wide, feeling his dick twitch just at the thought. He had to force himself to think of something else since he didn’t want to question a witness with a raging hard on but it was awfully difficult when all he could do was imagine you strip teasing and grinding on his lap. “Fuck I don’t know if I should win or lose.”

“If you want to end up with blue balls then you have to hope to lose.”

You knocked on the apartment door, still maintaining eye contact with Derek and trying to hold back your laughter since you knew exactly what he was thinking. You took your eyes away from him only to let them travel down his body and to the crotch of his pants which was clearly prominent at that moment. You bit your lip as you looked back at his face and he glared at you.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he whispered, feeling the situation getting even worse. Damn it, he felt like a damn horny teenager.

Before you could respond to his comment the door opened, revealing a person who couldn’t be more different from the object of your bet. He in fact was a she, a lady who couldn’t have been less than sixty years old.

Your smile dropped as the one on Derek’s face grew even more and, as you had already said, you wondered what part of your brain had thought it was a good idea to make that bet.

“Good morning. Can I help you?” she looked skeptically at both of you.

“Oh yes ma’am, you just made my day so much better,” he replied softly but glancing at you. “We’re FBI agents, may we ask you few questions?”

Over the next hour and a half you interviewed other witnesses near the fire scene and on your way to the car, Derek wouldn’t stop trying to get close to you and touch you.

“Derek stop it! We’re in public! God you’re so unprofessional,” you slapped one of his hands away that had been squeezing your ass for the last couple of minutes, trying not to laugh.

“There’s nothing professional about what we do, baby girl,” he replied with mock annoyance, “Plus I can’t help it, I can’t wait to rip your panties off.”

“Nuh uh mister, the deal was that I have to give you my panties not you taking them off me.”

He snorted and rolled his eyes as you approached the car but before you could get in he grabbed your hand and turned you towards him. He placed his hands on your face and as he pushed your back against the car door he crushed his lips on yours.

He didn’t care about passers-by in any way, in people’s eyes you might have looked like a couple who was passionately making out.

After the first few seconds of surprise, you immediately kissed him back, parting your lips and letting him slip his tongue into your mouth. You knew it was totally unprofessional to kiss your colleague in broad daylight while you were doing your job but all it took was for him to get close for you to lose your mind, no longer able to think clearly.

Your hands moved down his chest to encircle his waist, trying to pull him closer to you than his body already was. Your mouths moved in sync while he seemed to want to suck his soul out of you and although you were now used to kissing him, every time it was as if it was the first.

You almost moaned into the kiss, your body already on fire, wanting more. You wanted him so badly, you wanted his hands, his fingers, his mouth and his tongue all over you.

“Derek please…” you sighed when you broke away, his face still dangerously close to yours.

“Get in the car princess,” he ordered and his voice was so low and seductive that if he had asked you to give him a blowjob right there on the sidewalk you would’ve dropped on your knees without the slightest hesitation.

He opened the door for you and you giggled like a teenager before getting in, thanking him as you watched him walk around the car before getting in too.

“I would’ve fucked you in the car here and now if we weren’t in public. You’re so fucking hot baby,” he whispered against your lips after moving closer to you and taking your chin between his fingers. “But I’ll settle taking your panties off for now.”

He placed a hand on your breast and groped it before sliding it across your stomach to your jeans-covered pussy. You moaned as he began to touch you, making you squirm under his expert fingers.

“I bet you’re already wet, aren’t you honey?” He continued to tease you.

“Fuck Derek… They’ll see us…”

“You’re right,” he replied, stopping touching you, causing you to moan and grunt at the same time. “No one should look at what is mine.”

God Derek Morgan and the things he made you feel. You were starting to really hate him.

“You’re having so much fun aren’t you?”

He started the car but not before throwing you one last mocking and sexy as hell grin. “You have no idea how much.”

You squeezed your legs together in anticipation feeling the urge and desire grow more and more. You continued to look at him as he drove, observing every feature of his perfect profile with your hungry eyes.

How could someone be so perfect?

And it didn’t help he had one hand resting on your inner thigh as his thumb was stroking dangerously close to your intimate area. You didn’t know whether to hate him, to beg him to go higher or both but certainly the smug expression on his face made you want to punch him.

Derek drove to a hidden, dead end road, not caring the rest of the team was probably waiting to hear from both you and him.

He kissed you breathless again, threading a hand into your hair. But he didn’t stay there for long as he moved down your chest again, wasting no time in groping your breasts again, until he reached your pussy again.

“God Derek you’re driving me crazy,” you hissed as you struggled to keep control. He kissed you again and unbuttoned your pants and you lifted your hips before your brain could even process the movement, allowing him to slide them down your thighs. You took off your shoes, slipping your pants off.

He slipped his hands into your underwear and a loud moan escaped your lips that Derek felt right in his dick. “As I imagined… So fucking wet.”

“Fuck yes just like that,” you sighed as his fingers drew circles on your clit. You gripped the sides of the seat as if searching for a leverage, pleasure flowing through your veins.

He knew where to touch you, he knew HOW to touch you, what to do to make you lose your mind and control.

“I'm dying to taste this pussy, look at you soaking up my fingers,” he whispered in your ear, pressing his lips to your neck and sucking on your skin but being careful not to leave any marks. The team already didn’t give you any respite suspecting there was something between you, he certainly didn’t want to give them clear proof.

Two of his fingers slipped easily inside your wet pussy, curling inside you and touching that spongy spot that made you moan and thinking you were about to ascend to heaven.

“Yes, yes, oh god yes,” you kissed him, spreading your legs even more to give him more access.

“You like that don’t you? My pretty girl loves being so dirty, letting me finger this pussy in public.”

You dipped your head back in pleasure, feeling the orgasm already building inside you.

He pulled his fingers out and you grunted at the loss and took off your panties, bringing them to his nose and deeply inhaling the scent that drove him so crazy: you and sex. “Now I really don’t know how I’m going to go through the whole day without being hard knowing I have your panties here,” he spoke up as he stuffed them into his pocket. “We should go back.”

What?

“Derek you can’t leave me like this!”.

“Oh I can’t and I will, we shouldn’t let the others think we might be doing something shouldn’t we?”

“You fucking piece of shit.”

He burst out laughing and you nearly punched him in his handsome face.

You were furious. Irritated.

You were furious, irritated but above all horny.

After that little stunt he had done in the car Derek had really left you like that, without an orgasm and with a mad desire to fuck.

The rest of the day was torture, especially having to work with other people while pretending you didn’t feel like you were on the edge the whole time. You didn’t spare Morgan some dirty looks after which he had to force himself not to laugh but he didn’t spare you those languid looks full of lust either.

It wasn’t easy for you but it wasn’t easy for him either since, unlike you, couldn’t hide his excitement so easily. Knowing he had your panties in his pocket and the memory of your wet pussy were giving him no respite.

In reality, you both loved that little game, teasing and torturing each other until the other lost his mind, even if… To be honest, wearing jeans without underwear was complete torture.

At the end of the day, when you were finally all in your own room, you took the opportunity to take a shower and put on a dress and the sexy lingerie you had put in your bag before leaving for the new case.

You giggled just thinking about Derek’s reaction.

You went to his room, knocking twice before he opened the door making your jaw drop and almost fall to the floor when you realized he was naked and only had a towel around his waist.

His body was still wet, sign he had just gotten out of the shower, the drops running down his sculpted chest that you wanted to lick off one by one.

“Oh man…” He sighed. “You’re breathtaking baby,” he began, shamelessly scanning your body from head to toe, a smirk on his lips. “I was wondering when you were coming.”

“You always opening the door like this, Agent Morgan?” You asked ironically before entering his room without even waiting for him to invite you.

“Woah woah woah, where do you think you’re going baby girl? Where is my kiss?” He scolded you, almost truly offended after closing the door behind him.

You giggled, but unable to take your eyes off his body and stop them from wandering hungrily over his figure.

“No, dry yourself first and then I’ll kiss you,” you replied before going to sit on the edge of the bed, placing your hands behind you on the mattress and tilting your head slightly as you looked at him.

He didn’t answer but came closer to you and placed two fingers on your chin, forcing you to lift your head and pressing your lips to his in a sweet kiss that took the air out of your lungs.

“Jealous Agent Y/Ln?” He whispered an inch from your lips, referring to your initial question after making you get up from the bed.

“Not even a little bit, it was just an innocent question agent Morgan.”

Absolutely. You were 100% jealous.

But you knew from the way the corner of his mouth lifted in a twisted, mischievous smile he didn’t believe it one bit. “You know, being a profiler I thought you were better at hiding emotions. Lies don’t look good on you pretty girl.”

“That would be true if I had told a lie but that’s not the case, I’m not jealous at all,” you said with a confident tone as your gaze alternated between his eyes and his lips. He was so close and so tempting you felt like you were already losing patience.

“To answer the question, no, I don’t answer to anyone. Just you.”

“You? Derek Morgan?”.

He chuckled. “Strange right? But it seems like you’ve done some weird witchcraft on me because I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“You already got in my pants, no need to be cheesy,” you retorted, biting your lip to keep from smiling.

He sighed, slightly shaking his head. “Always so cynical. What should I do with you?”

“Give me back my panties?”.

He raised an eyebrow. “Have you forgotten what the word ‘lose’ means?”.

“If I had known you liked them so much I would’ve bought you a new pair to wear you know.”

“You think you’re so funny don’t you?”. He grabbed your face with one hand, his mouth dangerously close to yours but never touching it.

You nodded with a smirk as you watched as his eyes were fixed on your lips. “Maybe you might like what I have now better.”

You took a step back and the look of pure confusion on his face was replaced by astonishment when he saw your hands lower the thick straps of your dress down your arms, then lowering the side zip and letting the dress fall around your feet.

The look of shock on his face was something you’d never forget.

Derek widened his mouth and eyes, letting his hungry gaze travel along your body wrapped in lace lingerie, studying every curve and inch of your skin. A warm feeling spread in your lower abdomen and it was amazing how just the way he looked at you was enough to turn you on.

“Holy shit…” he breathed out, “You… Are… You… Holy fuck…” he continued stuttering, unable to form a single meaningful sentence.

“Wow did I really manage to surprise Agent Morgan?” You giggled, your cheeks flushed and stomach filled with fluttering butterflies, knowing you had such an effect on him. Derek Morgan – the man who with a single smile and a look could’ve make rows and rows of women fall at his feet – was drooling over you, looking at you like you were the eighth wonder of the world.

“I’ll answer you when some blood returns to my brain.”

Your gaze trailed down his body and your insides clenched at the sight of his prominent erection beneath the towel around his waist. Your mouth watered just thinking about what was underneath that single fabric, imagining his dick in your mouth, in every hole in your body as he filled you completely.

“You look spectacular Y/n, my god” he murmured, his chocolate brown eyes still on your body and never on your face. You could see him struggling in not knowing what to pay more attention to, your breasts which were perfectly highlighted by the lace that gave that see-through effect while it showed the shadow of your nipples, if the hold-ups that surrounded your thighs that Derek wanted nothing more than to mark and bite or your pussy also covered in matching lace in which he wanted to dive and feed on it until he drown himself to death.

Derek moved closer to you, closing the small distance between the two of you. “Turn around. Show me this beautiful ass that torments me in my sleep.”

The tone of his voice alone made you almost beg him to do anything he wanted. You didn’t have to be told twice and you turned around, your skin on fire as you felt his penetrating gaze on you as he observed and studied every millimeter of your body.

You heard Derek exhale a deep breath behind you. “A fucking goddess. You’re absolutely mesmerizing.”

A rush of shivers gave you goosebumps as he placed his rough hands on your arms, stroking them slowly before moving up and moving your hair from your shoulders and letting it fall along your shoulder blades, leaving your neck exposed. His lips began to plant kisses on your skin and the mere contact made you sigh and tilt your head to the side, giving him more access.

“Do you have any idea how crazy you drive me?” he whispered in your ear and you clenched your hands into fists, pressing your nails into your palms in an attempt to release the frustration you felt. Every second that passed while he didn’t touch you as you wanted there was a shred of your sanity that was shattered.

You shook your head, realizing you hadn’t answered yet.

His hands went down your arms again, then moving up your hips until they reached your ass. You let out a gasp when his fingers tightened around the flesh of your ass, squeezing it, groping it with the sole purpose of torturing you and leaving you eager for more.

“God the things I want do to you baby, you can’t even imagine.”

“Do it Derek, do whatever you want to me… I need you.”

“I love feeling you so desperate for me.”

An empty feeling came over you as his fingers let go of your ass, moving to your hips. However, you moaned when he pushed his body against yours, pressing his erection against the curves of your ass and grinding against you without shame or restraint.

“Fuck Derek,” you murmured, now on the verge of losing your mind.

One of his hands ended up around your throat, forcing you to bend your head and rest it on his shoulder while the other cupped one of your breasts, palpating it over the top of your bra. You sighed, rubbing your ass against his hard dick as you couldn’t wait for it to stretch your pussy.

“That’s what you do to me, you make me so hard I can’t even think straight anymore.” He pinched your hard nipple from above the fabric. “You have no idea how much I want to rip this off of you but I know you’d kill me,” he chuckled in your ear.

“I don’t give a shit.” You blurted out, not evens embarrassed about how fast you said it.

“What do you want baby? Talk to me.”

God it was so damn hard talking when you were so horny you couldn’t even remember your name, the denied orgasm making things worse.

“You. Fuck me, please. I need you so badly Derek.”

He tightened his hand lightly around your neck, cupping your chin then turning your head towards him and before you knew it he slammed his lips onto yours, sucking the breath from your body as his tongue explored your mouth in a sloppy, deep kiss.

He slowly slid the fingers of his other hand – that until a few seconds before were on your breast – along your chest, your lower abdomen, touching your needy and drenched pussy with his fingertips. You whined during the kiss, spontaneously lifting your hips to try and meet his fingers.

God you were hating him at that moment.

“I can smell your wetness from here, is my baby horny for me?” he whispered on your lips swollen and red from the impetuous kiss.

“I’ll fucking kill you right now Morgan I swear to god.”

He laughed and your stomach clenched in on itself. “Don’t worry baby, I’m here. I’m going to fuck your brains out, so good you won’t even be able to get up when I’m done with you.” This time it was your pussy that clenched when you squeezed your legs together for some friction. Derek let go of your throat and began to play with your panties. Your breath hitched as he slowly began to lower them, trailing them down your legs.

“I think I’ll keep these too,” he whispered even as his voice came loud and clear to your ears. You turned your head to the side so you could look at him and let out a ragged sigh when you saw him kneeling behind you. His eyes shone under the light of the hotel room as they looked at you with so much intensity that they alone would’ve been enough to set you on fire.

He left a kiss on your ass, making you gasp to the point of embarrassment as he bit your skin and groped your now bare ass. “One day I’ll fuck this pretty little ass too and you’ll love every second of it.”

“You can start by fucking my pussy now.”

He chuckled again as he stood up. He placed a hand on your heated back, inviting you to lean on the bed in front of you and you obeyed, resting your hands on the bed and giving him a perfect view of your ass.

“I can see from here how wet you are baby girl,” he moved closer to you, his bare thighs touching yours and then you realized he had removed the towel from his waist.

God have mercy on me.

“I’ll eat this beautiful pussy later but now all I can think about is fucking her so good,” he said as his fingers brushed against you and this little contact, combined with his dirty words, made you squirm with anticipation. “After all, you deserve it after being such a good girl all day.”

You felt him place his tip near your entrance and you both moaned as he slid his dick against your folds, wetting it with your fluids. He provoked you, tortured you with every motion, it was what he was best at, he knew which points to touch to drive you crazy and leave you painfully longing.

“Derek please, I want you so much,” you whined in a pathetic tone full of lust and desire as he continued to penetrate you with just the tip and then pull out. You hated him and wanted him at the same time, so much it hurt.

“What do you want, princess?” His hands gripped your hips and he leaned over you, pressing his lips to your skin before leaving damp, wet kisses all over your back.

“Fuck me.”

“Fuck,” he hissed through gritted teeth before lining his dick up with your entrance and finally filling you.

“Oh God yes, you feel so god Derek.” You panted vigorously, your heart beating so hard it almost stopped as you felt his soft and especially bare skin touching every corner of you.

He remained still for a few moments, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to maintain control of his body. You were so wet and it felt so good being inside you, Derek feared that with just one push he would’ve come on the spot.

“Baby please… Move…”

Baby.

Fuck.

That simple little word had no business making his insides twist like he had. You were used to calling each other nicknames, it wasn’t new, but there was something in that ‘baby’ you said: perhaps it was the vulnerability with which you pronounced it, breathless and as if he was the only one who could save you, the way your voice was so full of desire.

Derek pulled out before thrusting into you again with a strong thrust so deep if it hadn’t been for his hands firmly gripping your hips you would’ve probably fallen forward.

“You have no idea what you do to me, fucking hell you drive me crazy,” he breathed out, head tilted back and eyes closed as his dick pounded into you like he was angry.

You tried to formulate a meaningful sentence but as you opened your lips only gasps and moans came out. He was fucking you so deeply that with each thrust you felt a piece of your brain coming out of your head and your soul out of your body.

Exactly like he promised.

All the hidden frustration made its way and exploded like a time bomb, not much time passing until even the orgasm began to build inside you.

Your face was pressed into the sheets of the bed, your breathing heavy and quickening as your hands clenched the fabric into a fist. “Derek…” you whimpered in pleasure as you pushed your pelvis towards him with each thrust. It didn’t seem to be enough though, you wanted more and more.

One of his hands continued to hold your hips firmly while he slid the other along your back, until he reached your hair which he tightened in a fist forcing you to lift your head. His moans and groans sounded like music to your ears and you couldn’t contain the joy of knowing it was you who made him feel this way, it was you who made him lose control.

“Fuck I could stay inside you forever, you take me so well. This pussy was made for me,” he groaned as the tip of his dick hit your G-spot, making you see stars. You wanted to answer but when you opened your mouth all that came out were moans and sighs. “Just for me… You understand?”

“Just you baby, only you,” you babbled while loudly moaning, not caring one bit if someone could hear you having sex.

His lips kissed your shoulder, his tongue traced every inch of skin he could reach. “That’s right pretty girl…” he groaned in your ear, his sentence interrupted by another moan. “Fuck yeah you’re mine.”

“Holy shit baby… I’m about to come…” You managed to say and the orgasm that hit you full on like a truck gave you no mercy, didn’t let you escape as it sucked away your ability to breath. If it wasn’t for Derek’s hand still in your hair you would’ve collapsed on the mattress.

His thrusts became unhinged, even more out of control than they were before and it didn’t take long for him to reach his climax too. How could he resist? There was no chance, not when your pussy was tightening around his dick in the throes of orgasmic spasms, leaving him no escape.

Derek exploded inside you, emptying himself into you until the last drop of his seed filled your pussy, then leaking from your entrance and sliding down your thighs as he pulled out.

“Shit,” he breathed as you felt the weight of the mattress dip as he collapsed next to you. “You destroy me baby, how do you manage to do this every single time?”

You mumbled something nonsensical in response, eyes closed and too tired to say anything. He chuckled and stroked your hair, brushing it away from your face so he could get a good look at you.

You were so beautiful, ethereal, so mesmerizing it hurt and seeing that happy and pleased look on your face almost sent him to his knees, internally promising himself he’d fight every single person on earth just to always see you so relaxed and happy.

“How many women do you tell this?” you managed to say, opening one eye and keeping the other closed and a flock of butterflies exploded in your stomach when you saw the breathtaking smile he was looking at you with.

“If you think there is someone capable of making me feel what you feel, you’re very wrong. Like I already said, I don’t know what strange witchcraft you did to me but you really hooked me baby.” He propped himself up on one elbow and leaned towards you, pressing small kisses across your face, neck, shoulders and all the way up to your lips. “There is no one else since you came in in my life, I’m so obsessed with you it’s not even funny.”

You opened your second eye too, suddenly not so tired anymore. “Really?”

“Why, isn’t the same for you?” he asked, his stomach clenched with jealousy at the thought of a man laying a finger on you. “Please tell me no or someone help me I will kill every man who even looked at you, I’m an FBI agent and I know how to hide dead bodies in such a way that not even the families will ever find them.”

You burst out laughing, and rolled onto your back before throwing your arms around his neck so you could bring him closer to you and press your lips to his. “Don’t you think that’s a bit extreme?”

“Y/n. Don’t fucking test me.”

“I’m just kidding,” your lips brushed against his before planting another small kiss on them. “There couldn’t be another man even if they forced me, you’ve really messed up my life Agent Morgan and I’m pretty much obsessed with you too.”

“That better be. We’re exclusive since the day I kissed you in that elevator,” he grumbled. “God I love when you call me baby,” he then sighed happily and the way his mood shifted so quickly made. Your fingers caressed his soft, perfect skin and he mumbled with contentment. You noticed how his pupils were so dilated the chocolate surrounding them had almost disappeared. “Mine, only mine.”

“And you’re mine darling, I’m an FBI agent too and I know a thousand ways to make deaths look like accidents.” He pressed his lips to yours again, kissing you so deeply your heart almost stopped in your chest.

Derek Morgan would be the death of you, you were certain of that.

“Just give me five more minutes and I’ll show you how much we belong to each other princess, how much I look, think and breathe for you only.”

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all mine — derek hale x reader

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content warnings and genre: swearing, alcohol consumption, p in v sex, vampire!reader, rivalry trope, creampie, sadism, requested fic!!

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synopsis: he needs recruits for his pack, you need recruits for a pack of your own. the town is big enough for only one supernatural phenomenon, but you refuse to go down without a fight.

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the night air was thick with tension as you prowled through the dimly lit streets of beacon hills. moonlight spilled onto the asphalt, casting long shadows that danced around you. you were far from the usual supernatural resident of this town. you had no pack, no allegiances, and no high-and-mighty purpose. your existence was fueled by something simpler, more primal—you relished the act of feeding on humans.

stiles and scott, your two unlikely friends, often warned you about the dangers lurking in the supernatural world, and tonight had proven their point. they were your allies in this strange town, and while you didn't exactly need their protection, you enjoyed their company. the trio had faced numerous challenges together, but tonight, you were in the spotlight. derek hale, the brooding alpha werewolf, had been pursuing you relentlessly. he saw you as a potential recruit for his pack, a means to strengthen his power. however, you had no intention of bowing to his authority or becoming a pawn in his game.

tonight, the confrontation reached its climax in a desolate alleyway. derek, muscles rippling beneath his taut skin, blocked your path. the full moon accentuated his fierce demeanor, his eyes gleaming with a predatory glint as he growled, “join my pack, or face the consequences.” you sneered, your lips curving into a wicked smile. your voice dripped with the an almost seductive arrogance as you purred, “consequences? darling, you really don't know who you're dealing with, do you?”

his nostrils flared, and he lunged at you, his claws extended. in the blink of an eye, you moved, a blur of motion, easily sidestepping his attack. his fist struck the brick wall with a resounding thud, creating a shower of debris. the alpha stumbled backward, wincing in pain.

with a self-satisfied smirk, you approached him, your eyes gleaming with a mischievous glint. “derek, darling, let me make something clear. i'm not joining your pack. in fact, i'm here for recruits of my own. i have no noble agenda like yours—i simply have the need to feed.”

derek's rage and frustration were evident, but he couldn't move, couldn't speak. you had compelled him, and he was left powerless to resist. as he helplessly watched you, his hatred slowly morphed into something entirely different—a fascination that burned brighter with each passing moment.

your smile widened, a predatory glint in your eyes. “so, derek, are you curious yet? i have a feeling you and i could have a lot of fun together.”

and in that alleyway, under the watchful gaze of the moon, an unexpected connection began to take root—an alliance fueled by mutual curiosity, defiance, and the allure of the supernatural world that surrounded them.

the tension between you and derek lingered in the air, palpable and charged. he remained on the ground, pinned not by physical force but by your compelling presence. you exuded an aura of enigmatic allure, a dangerous beauty that drew him in like a moth to a flame.

derek's anger, once fierce and unyielding, had transformed into an intricate web of conflicting emotions. he found himself captivated by your honesty, or perhaps it was the brazen way you embraced your darkness that intrigued him. it was a quality he rarely encountered in the supernatural world—a ruthless pragmatism that echoed his own.

his breaths came in shallow, uneven gasps as your words slithered through his mind. he could feel the delicate tendrils of your compulsion wrapping around his thoughts, and he was powerless to resist. there was a raw honesty to your confession, an unapologetic embrace of your true nature that struck a chord within him. “you—you're different," he stammered, struggling to find his voice. "most vampires i've encountered are colder, more ruthless.”

your laughter, like the tinkling of glass against glass, filled the alley. “i assure you, i can be just as ruthless when necessary. but what sets me apart is my honesty. i don't pretend to be something i'm not. i revel in the darkness that courses through my veins.”

the moonlight bathed you in an ethereal glow, casting a halo of radiance around your form. it was a stark contrast to the shadows that clung to derek, a constant reminder of the beast that resided within him. serek's eyes never wavered from yours, and in that moment, he realized that he was drawn to you in a way he couldn't fully comprehend. it was a dangerous attraction, one that defied logic and reason. he knew that aligning himself with you could lead to consequences he couldn't yet foresee, but he was willing to explore this uncharted territory.

with great effort, he pushed himself to his feet, his movements cautious and deliberate. “i won't join your pack,” he said, his tone resolute. “but i won't stand in your way either.”

and so, in that alleyway bathed in moonlight, a fragile truce was born. two supernatural beings, bound by their dark desires and their defiance of the norms of their respective worlds, began a dance of intrigue and temptation. the world of beacon hills had just become a little more complicated, and derek hale found himself entangled in a web of shadows, drawn by the enigmatic allure of the vampire who refused to conform to the rules of their supernatural existence.

in the days that followed that fateful night in the alley, derek found himself unable to shake the allure of your presence. he watched from the shadows as you moved through beacon hills, a graceful and deadly predator in your own right. it was a stark contrast to his own pack, where strength and dominance were measured in more traditional ways.

he observed you with a mixture of fascination and trepidation, like a moth hovering on the edge of a flame. there was a certain elegance to your brutality, a refinement in the way you dispatched your victims. it was as if you took pleasure not only in the act of feeding but also in the artistry of it all.

one evening, he watched you from a distance as you entered a dimly lit bar, the neon sign flickering above the entrance. you sat alone at the bar, a glass of crimson liquid in hand. it was a curious sight—the vampire who reveled in the darkness, seeking solace in the anonymity of a human establishment. derek couldn't help but wonder what thoughts swirled within your enigmatic mind as you sipped your drink.

as the night wore on, he approached the bar, taking a seat a few stools away from you. you acknowledged his presence with a sidelong glance, a faint smile playing at the corners of your lips. the air between you crackled with unspoken tension, a palpable awareness of the connection that was slowly forming.

“you seem to have a fascination with me, derek,” you purred, your voice as smooth as silk. “or is it curiosity?” he didn't respond immediately, choosing instead to study you with those intense, cobalt eyes. “maybe it's a bit of both,” he admitted finally. “you're unlike anyone I've ever met.”

your laughter was low and sultry, sending shivers down his spine. “that's because i refuse to be confined by the rules of our kind. i embrace my nature without apology, and that terrifies some.” derek nodded in understanding. he knew all too well the weight of expectations and the burden of legacy that came with being an alpha. but here, in the presence of a vampire who was unapologetically herself, he felt a sense of liberation, a flicker of something he had long buried beneath layers of responsibility.

days turned into weeks, and your encounters with derek became more frequent. he found himself drawn to your boarding house, a place that exuded both elegance and darkness. the scent of bourbon hung in the air as you sat in solitude, contemplating the world beyond the shadows.

one evening, he joined you on the porch, the creak of the wooden floor beneath his boots breaking the silence. he held out a bottle of bourbon, a silent offering. you accepted it with a nod of appreciation, pouring a generous amount into your glass.

“sometimes,” you began, your voice soft and reflective, “i wonder if it's all worth it. this existence, the darkness that consumes us. but then, i take a sip of this,” you raised your glass, the amber liquid catching the moonlight, “and i remember why i embrace it.” derek studied you, his gaze searching for answers to questions he couldn't quite articulate. “we all have our demons,” he said finally. “our own reasons for living in the shadows.”

a knowing smile tugged at the corners of your lips. “that we do, derek. and perhaps, in each other, we've found a kindred spirit—one who understands the allure of the darkness and the beauty that can be found within it.”

and so, in the quiet moments shared on that moonlit porch, derek hale and the vampire with the seductive allure formed a bond that transcended the boundaries of their supernatural worlds. it was a connection forged in the fires of curiosity and defiance, a fragile thread that held the promise of something deeper, something neither of them had anticipated.

a few weeks into your growing connection with derek, you decided to make a memorable entrance at the local bar. you had a reputation for leaving a lasting impression, and this night would be no exception. the bar was buzzing with activity when you walked in, the dim lighting casting a seductive haze over the patrons. a tray of martinis passed by, and with a swift, graceful movement, you snatched one from it, the crystal glass glistening in your hand. all eyes turned toward you as you made your way through the crowd, exuding an air of effortless confidence.

stiles, always the first to dive headfirst into any opportunity, was the first to approach you. he leaned in intimately from behind, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered, “fancy a game of pool?” you turned to meet his gaze, a wicked gleam in your eyes. “why not?” you replied with a playful smile.

stiles's hand found its way to your waist, his touch possessive as he guided you toward the pool table. as you bent over to line up your shot, he leaned in even closer, his chest pressing against your back. the scent of his arousal hung in the air, and you couldn't help but chuckle at his audacity.

meanwhile, derek watched from a distance, his jaw clenched with a mixture of frustration and jealousy. he could smell Stiles's arousal, and it gnawed at him, igniting a fierce possessiveness deep within him. unable to contain his emotions any longer, he strode forward, his movements predatory. he reached out, firmly snatching your wrist and pulling you away from the pool table and stiles's grasp. with an apologetic glance at stiles, you allowed derek to guide you through the crowded bar and out into a nearby alleyway.

the cold night air hit you both as you stood in the dimly lit alley, the sounds of the bar fading into the background. derek's eyes bore into yours, his voice low and demanding. “you don't belong to anyone, especially not him.” you met his intensity with a challenging gaze of your own. “i don't belong to anyone, derek. i told you, i make my own choices.”

his grip on your wrist tightened, his anger and frustration evident. “i won't let him touch what's mine.” the possessiveness in derek's voice sent a shiver down your spine, and a dangerous smile curled your lips. “oh, der, i'm not anyone's to claim. but perhaps,” you leaned in closer, your lips brushing against his ear, “you can convince me otherwise.”

in the alleyway, amid the tension and desire that crackled in the air, a new layer of complexity was added to your evolving connection with derek. the dynamics within the beacon hills supernatural circle had shifted, and as the night continued, the flames of intrigue and temptation burned brighter than ever.

you liked the way his breath felt on your neck. warm, but still somehow able to raise goosebumps across the surface. it was the same way his touch ignited fire, yet left coldness in its wake. he made you dizzy with his attention to detail, the way he'd leave your head spinning and vision blurry all because he knew exactly what buttons to press and when to press them. he was rough, and yet careful, like every move was calculated in an effort not to cause you unnecessary pain, and he never left any unintentional bruises. he made you feel intoxicated by the taste of his tongue—sometimes, his spearmint toothpaste and sometimes, you. he was god-like, when he had you like that, and you knew he liked the power trip—to feel superior in this one part of his life he could control.

he pressed his lips against yours, stubble prodding at your soft cheeks as his lips melted against yours. it started off slow and sensual, but only for a splot second. his right hand grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head as he pushed you into the wall. you struggled against his touch, but against the lust that fueled his every move, you were unable to pull your wrists out of his grip.

“you're not going anywhere,” he purred against your ear. you struggled some more, but for the first time in forever, you gave up. you gave up and succumbed to him. “just like that, that's good.” you stopped resisting, finally melting into his touch completely. he smiled against the crook of your neck, stubble littering goosebumps against his skin as he peppered kisses against your neck. you bit back a moan when the kissing turned into sucking, his teeth pulling on your soft skin, popping vessels and leaving bruises that threatened to stay for a while.

you felt weak under his touch, the hairs on your neck standing up as you felt the straps of your tank top slide down your arms. derek's rough, veiny fingers hooked each strap as he pulled them down, revealing your lacy bra as you slipped out of the top. he couldn't help but grunt at the sight of your tits bursting out of your bra, his hands involuntarily rushing to your boobs. he could only toy with them in awe, your moans bringing him pleasure. never had you been able to imagine yourself so powerless, especially not in his presence.

“what's the matter, princess?” he practically taunted, his voice thick with lust as he licked the outline of one of your breasts, the tip of his tongue tracing your nipple before engulfing it whole. “cat got your tongue?” you couldn't help but tug at his locks of black hair, a gasp passing your lips despite your best efforts to bite back your moans.

“i've had better, hale,” you retorted, a small smirk painting your lips as his piercing gaze shot upwards, meeting yours. he was all but pleased with your answer, and he proved that by tugging at your nipple with his teeth, provoking a sensation that was flooded with pain and pleasure. it was his turn to smirk.

he had you crying in a matter of seconda. he had his palm splayed over your mouth, your cute little cries muffled while he bullied his thick cock into your pussy. your nails scraped at his back, marking his broad muscles with your desperation. he was so big and mean—didn't let you move, didn't let you speak, whispering in your ear, telling you to take it. to take what's yours and be his good little bitch. he bit your neck, running his teeth along your skin, telling you all you’re good for is warming his cock. when he finally lost himself in the feeling of your fleshy cunt squeezing around his dick, he told you to pick a number. “six,” you barely managed a whisper. he forced you to count all his hard strokes in your cunt until tears started to spill onto the slope of your cheeks, until you were gritting your teeth at how deep he was fucking you, until you were finally screaming as he came, spilling his white sticky cum into the used pocket of your pussy.

“you okay?” he asked, his voice soft and low, little strands of hair clinging to his forehead while he stared at the way his cum spilled out your pussy, dripping lewdly into your soft, moist folds. you nodded weakly, gasping as he collected the cum out of your pussy onto his finger, licking the sticky white liquid with a sadistic smile.

he knew that if you were still conscious, he must not have gone hard enough.

[xcherryerim]

Double The Fall, Triple The Pleasure

- Billy x Gn!reader x Derek -

“Merrier the more, triple fun that way. Twister on the floor, what do you say?” — 3 by Britney Spears

word count: 3.6k

SMUT ONE SHOT | MDNI | +18 ONLY

Warning: Threesome (this is a love corner with the reader, not a love triangle. I AM NOT shipping Josh characters together) | sexual tension | Penetration | Giving and receiving oral sex (no genitals specified for the reader) | Choking kink | Masturbation | Handjobs | Praise and degradation | Porn with plot | light mentions of vaping, alcohol and gambling addiction. | Reader is submissive btw | Derek is a possessive jealous fuck (but also a needy loser)

Summary: As you work your shift as a casino host Derek Danforth, the son of the co-owner, decides to begin a round of baccarat with a stranger named Billy. Somehow you end up participating in the game and emerge victorious, causing the two players to owe you financial compensation but, they end up repaying you in another way.

(if you want to go directly to the smut section look for the “✦ “ symbol.)

There are two distinct types of gamblers. The rich make hasty decisions with their money, while the desperate lot implore and pray to the machines and chips, hoping for a miraculous windfall of riches. 

As a casino host, your responsibility is to ensure that the patrons become loyal to the establishment; however, as a bystander, when a person who isn’t a part of the one percent plays, it’s impossible to hold back the feeling of regret. While you acknowledge you are fulfilling your obligation, you know it is easy to become engulfed by obsessing gambling, and you don’t wish that on anyone. 

However, you do not care if the rich pour their monetary possessions into the abyss, and you maintained that sentiment toward Derek Danforth, the son of one of the casino’s co-owners.

He wasn’t a regular at the establishment and gambled a little, but occasionally brought his friends to indulge in excessive drinking, and smoking while toying with machines. However, now he was by himself, which was unusual. 

“Mr. Danforth, it is a pleasure to have you back. Would you like your usual?” you inquired. “Huh?” A confused response erupted from his lips, his body lurching forward with a wobbly movement. The apparent intoxication exhibited by him appeared on the edge of his consciousness as he scanned the area once more.

“Yeah, and I want a table,” he uttered the request, with minimal confusion.

“Certainly. Would the others in your group be joining us this time?”

Derek shook his head, his body appearing unsteady as he did so. “No, just me.” 

“Oh, how so?” you questioned, your tone of voice maintaining professionalism as it did during work.

“Just bored,” he responded with a shrug, unbothered by the circumstances, even as you detected a hint of inebriation.

“Oh, indeed, a casino is the ideal way to take away boredom,” you remarked with a feigned professional tone, although the sarcasm in your words was all too obvious.

“Why don’t you join me for a round?” he inquired as he seated himself at the velvety green table, awaiting your response.

“I’m here to ensure everyone’s enjoyment and prevent any illegal behavior,” you replied, concealing your hostility and disdain for a facade of civility.

“I am not a participant, but a spectator, Mr. Danforth,” you concluded, using a firm tone with a mild undertone of mockery.

“You don’t seem to have much enjoyment yourself,” Derek said as he inhaled from the vape he held, the vapor surrounding you before dissipating into the atmosphere.

“I’ve said it once, and I’ll repeat it. Drop that professional speech style. We’re around the same age, so why do you still feel the need to communicate with me like this?” he stated, sounding frustrated with continuing your formal conduct.

“If I speak like I do, I will get fired for unprofessionalism.” You retorted as you prepared the negroni and handed it over to him.

“I won’t allow that to happen,” he replied, taking in a generous sip from the glass before continuing his words. “You’re too hot to lose.”

You felt uncertain about whether to offer a genuine response to his flirtation or simply scoff at it, and you began to silently pray that he would not launch into another lecture about cryptocurrency, which had become an irksome topic of conversation during your prior interactions. 

“Thank you, Mr. Danforth. It means a lot.” You spoke, avoiding direct visual contact to avoid any implications or insinuations. While you acknowledge that he is a physically attractive man, the irritation he can induce within you is bigger than your attraction for him, or at least that is what you try to tell yourself.

“I’m assuming a solo round?” You mentioned shifting the subject. 

“Not quite...” he replied, his gaze examining the environment until he managed to pinpoint the individual of interest, a man around his same height, adorned with dark-toned hair and a jean jacket, giving an out-of-place demeanor compared to the ambiance of this prestigious gambling establishment, thus providing a vulnerable and susceptible target.

Derek walked with confidence as he had already won the game. “Hello, I’m Derek, Derek Danforth,” he proclaimed, displaying his self-assured attitude and firm grip as he shook hands with the stranger, showcasing his superiority complex.

“Billy, and yeah, I will join you.” The individual stated this with assertiveness, grasping tightly onto his gold necklace, an item he viewed as his lucky charm.

In your inner thoughts, you were fervently hoping that the gentleman with the cowboy-esque appearance would end up victorious and leave the premises swiftly and promptly. You were aware that the significant bets Derek had made in the past were so large that they could obliterate the finances of a person with the speed of light. 

“Billy would join me for a game,” Derek proclaimed as he settled into his designated seat.

“Billy, we’re delighted to have you here with us,” you uttered, the corners of your mouth rising into a pitiful smile, yet the individual seemed to have construed your gesture as a sign of flirtatious intent as he provided a subtle wink in response.

A palpable aura of awkwardness permeated the atmosphere between you and Derek, his displeasure at the sight of another man attempting to flirt with you becoming evident despite every attempt to mask his emotions on the matter. Regardless of the discomfort of the situation, it was undeniable that you experienced a certain degree of gratification and joy as you had the attention of both men.

“So, shall we begin?” you spoke, skillfully shuffling the deck with precision, as well as showcasing a few unique tricks you had acquired throughout your time spent working at the casino. You felt their eyes taking in every choreographed performance, their minds filled with various ideas and fantasies of what else someone with such masterful hands might also possess the aptitude for.

 As the game began, your eyes were filled with anxiousness as you carefully followed the steps and maneuvers that had taken place in the game of Baccarat. The interior sound of your mind urges Billy to take all the appropriate actions to win, but unfortunately, he falls short in his efforts.

Derek chuckled in mockery. “Maybe next round you can win.” 

Billy groaned in annoyance at Derek’s comment, his attention quickly turning towards you. “Why don’t you play with us?” Billy asked.

“I don’t,” you started to say, but Derek interrupted your response by uttering, “Do as I say and play.” 

The harsh look delivered by the wealthy individual in question prompted a sense of apprehension and caution within you, but you were compelled to oblige the order. 

Despite never playing, you were sure that you had a chance of winning, as you had taken the time to observe numerous matches, making you able to identify and comprehend the various mistakes and errors that tended to occur, as well as what appeared to be successful. However, the extreme bets that Derek was making and Billy’s persistent attempts to one-up them caused you a moderate degree of concern, but you tried to maintain a state of composure. 

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When the game came to a close, seeing both men so sure of your failure just for you to end up winning at the end was ecstatic. Now you understand why people loved gambling in the first place. Your smirk quickly fades as you let go of the cards as if holding them down would make you more intoxicated with the high these activities had to offer. 

Derek grunted, a sound oozing with a subtle tinge of frustration as he pulled out his lousy Gucci wallet. “Is cash fine or a check?” He asked slightly annoyed. Billy, on the other hand, looked at the table, his eyes darting back and forward.

“I don’t; I don’t have that type of money.” He stuttered as he looked at you. 

“Mmh,” You leaned closer. “Maybe you could pay in another way.” You teased playfully, indicating your intent to pursue a physical means of compensation. 

 “And suddenly I have no money either. How sad.” Derek said, hiding his wallet, hoping to provide you with a similar recompense as the one you sought from Billy. 

“The expression goes: save a horse, ride a cowboy, not: save a Ferrari, ride a rich man.” You chuckled in response. 

“But wouldn’t both be great to ride?” Derek replied, his expression exuding self-assurance as he took a swig from his beverage.

You quickly looked at Billy, who didn’t seem to mind the offer. You,  on the other hand, were skeptical, but how many people win a game and have the opportunity to be fucked by two attractive guys?

“Alright!” you exhale, a hint of satisfaction coloring your voice as you reach into your pocket and retrieve the keys entrusted to you by the establishment. With a decisive click, you lock the door to the cleaning supply room behind you, effectively sealing off the space from prying eyes. 

When you turned in their direction, you felt their hands roaming against your body. Their fingers traveled the contours of your figure, triggering sensations that surged down the length of your spine, evoking chills and shivers. Billy pulls your head, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue dancing with yours in a sensual duet. His hands slide beneath your shirt, exploring the warmth of your bare skin, while Derek’s lips trail down your neck, nibbling as he leaves a trail of goosebumps in their wake. 

Derek’s hands work swiftly to unfasten the buttons of your uniform, revealing more of your body with every movement. He does this with a sense of urgency as if he cannot get enough of touching you. The sound of fabric rustling fills the air, accompanied by soft moans escaping your lips as their touches become more intimate and bold. 

With Billy’s assistance, you manage to wriggle out of your dress pants, your legs quivering with anticipation as they continue to explore every inch of your exposed skin. Derek moves lower, his lips brushing against your belly button before trailing further south, stopping briefly at the waistband of your underwear. He looks up at you, seeking permission with his eyes alone. You nod, unable to resist the intense desire that is building within you. 

With renewed determination, Derek hooks his thumbs under the elastic band and slides them downward. His eyes widen in surprise at what he sees—you’re dripping and ready for him. Without waiting for confirmation, he leans forward, planting a series of open-mouthed kisses along your inner thighs. Then, his tongue starts to trace slow circles around your sensitive flesh. His actions send waves of euphoria coursing through your body, making you squirm in delight. 

While Derek worships your body, making sure to not leave any part of you without licks and sucks, Billy takes matters into his own hands quite literally. He expertly undoes his belt, wrapping it around your neck and tightening it just enough to heighten your senses without cutting off your airway entirely, adding an edge of danger to this already erotic encounter.

Billy then proceeds to remove his red boxers, revealing his rigid erection pulsating with need. It jumps slightly at the sudden exposure, eager to be touched. He grasps your hand and places it around his twitching cock, guiding your movements as he leans in for a brief, passionate kiss.

“Get your money’s worth,” he whispers against your lips, his smirk widening as he watches you. 

With urgency, you begin to tease the head of Billy’s cock with your thumb, tracing its ridges and veins as if mapping out every inch. Your other hand teases Billy’s shaft rhythmically, setting a pace that pleases both of you. The room fills with the sounds of your whimpers and his groans, a testament to the intense fulfillment coursing through your bodies.

At the same time, Derek’s hunger grows as he feasts on the throbbing between your legs, his skilled tongue and lips working together to bring you to the brink of ecstasy. His light whimpers echo throughout the small space, punctuating the air with his insatiable craving.

“You’d better be quiet if you don’t want to get caught,” Derek warns, concerned about someone hearing their explicit activities. With a swift motion, he yanks the belt tied around your neck, causing you to cry out in surprise and pain. 

Your breath catches in your throat as the sudden pressure cuts off your oxygen flow. When he releases the hold, you gasp heavily.

“You liked that, huh?” he asks with a sinister smirk, reading your flushed cheeks and labored breathing. 

“Maybe I should get you a collar so you don’t forget who you belong to.” His words carry an underlying threat as if claiming ownership over you. Without waiting for a verbal response, he stands up, towering over you menacingly.

Derek reaches out, grabbing your chin forcefully, tilting your head back so your eyes meet his. “Because you fucking belong to me, remember that.” 

Despite the fear and uncertainty swirling within you, there’s also a strange thrill running through you at his possessiveness, causing you to let out a whine. 

Your weak sound made Derek smirk in amusement. His teeth were barely visible. Then, he resumes to his past attitude. 

“I’m tired of you bitching and moaning.” Derek said, “Get on your knees.” His command is firm, leaving no room for negotiation. You obey without question, kneeling before him and Billy. Their cocks are mere inches from your face, and the lines between reality and fantasy blur even further.

Their presence looms large over you; their virility and masculinity are intoxicating in this dimly lit room. Your mouth waters at the sight of their hardened members, yearning to taste them and to please them in any way possible. 

Both men watch you intently, their eyes filled with expectation and fascination. You can practically see the thought process playing out in their minds: who will you serve first? Who will you satisfy last? 

With a deep, shaky inhale, you lean forward, your lips brushing softly against the tip of Billy’s erect member. Your tongue darts out to taste the salty droplets of pre-cum glistening on its surface, savoring the flavor while your hand wraps firmly around Derek’s shaft, moving up and down with increasing speed, this motion is both a show of submission and a subtle act of rebellion, aiming to push him closer to the edge. 

Derek’s moans increase in volume, his hips bucking involuntarily in response to your aggressive stroke as his eyes roll back. The pain of overstimulation mingles with satisfaction, creating a complex mix of emotions that only adds to the overall experience.

Meanwhile, Billy’s gaze is a mix of awe and hunger, his breath coming in quick, shallow gasps. The contrast between your two lovers couldn’t be more apparent—one nearing orgasm, the other waiting with bated panting for his chance. But Billy isn’t content with waiting; he wants to join in the action too.

Suddenly, he grabs the collar around your neck, tugging it firmly and forcing your mouth wide open to accept his entire length. You struggle to accommodate Billy’s girth, your throat adjusting to the invasion as best it can. Saliva drips from your chin, coating your neck and body as you fight to keep up with his demands.

“You know, for such a professional-looking host, you’re taking it like a fucking slut.” 

You want to answer back at Billy’s words but, the sensation of being mouthful by his engorged member is overwhelming, but you refuse to give up. Determined to please both men, you focus on taking him deeper, and your efforts are rewarded by his low growls of approval. Meanwhile, Derek watches with a mix of jealousy and admiration, pulsating in anticipation as your strokes become sloppier on him. 

“Touch yourself,” Billy commands. Without hesitation, you use your free left hand to explore your own body, mirroring the sensations he experiences.

Your eyes lock with his, reflecting your admiration for this astounding man standing before you, dominating and directing your every move.

Your fingers caress your sensitive skin, discovering the wetness left by Derek’s earlier attentions. You moan around Billy’s shaft, the sensation intensifying as you stroke yourself in sync with your mouth’s movements. 

Billy’s eyes darken with desire, his grip on your ‘collar’ tightening slightly. “That’s it,” he encourages, spurring you on.

“Swallow every fucking drop,” he orders, his words sending a shiver down your spine. Sweat glistens on your brow, and your gasps come in ragged as you redouble your efforts, eager to satisfy him and prove your loyalty while you pleasure yourself and bob your head on Billy’s dick.

Derek watches hungrily, his length pulsating in your hand, as he impatiently awaits his turn. His grip on your hair tightens, demanding your attention. “Please!” he begs, his voice tinted with desperation. “Give it to me!”

Your eyes lock with Derek’s, and with a nod, you move towards him, ready to grant his wish. He quickly guides your mouth towards his member, and you eagerly obey, wrapping your lips around his dick, feeling him twitch in excitement at the first touch of your warm, wet mouth. His scent fills your nostrils, mingling with the musk of sex and sweat, creating an intoxicating blend.

 “Fuck, you’re better than I imagined.” Derek cries out.

Billy watches the exchange as he searches for a condom among the scattered clothing on the floor. Once it’s located, he rolls it onto his shaft, preparing himself for what’s to come. 

Moving behind you, he gently fingers your entrance, seeking silent consent. You pause momentarily, breaking contact with Derek’s length long enough to respond to Billy with a yes. As soon as your sentence ends, Derek responds by thrusting harder, face-fucking you relentlessly. 

Your eyes water and tears stream down your face as his pace increases. In the meantime, Billy positions himself at your entrance. With a single confident thrust, he enters you, filling you up. 

As he begins to thrust in and out of you, matching Derek’s pulls on your head, you lose track of time and space. All that exists is the combined sensation of two cocks inside you, stretching and filling you. The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, grunts, and moans drowning the room, creating a primal symphony of desire and satisfaction. 

Your hands grasp Derek’s thighs, your nails digging into them as your body aches. Sweat trickles down your forehead, staining your face, and you don’t care. Nothing matters but the sense of belonging to these two men. 

Derek hisses at the sudden attack from your nails before he speaks. “I know I’m big, but you can take more than that,” Derek growls, forcing more of him into your mouth, attacking your throat mercilessly, while Billy picks up the pace, pounding into you faster and harder. 

His thrusts became more erratic, his hips slamming against your ass with reckless abandon. You cry out, your voice hoarse from the constant stimulation, feeling your body tense up, preparing for your orgasm.

Just as you think you can’t handle it anymore, Billy pulls out suddenly, leaving you panting and empty. Before you can recover, he spits on your entrance, lubricating it again. Then, with one swift motion, he re-enters you, filling you up once more. His size stretches you wider than ever, causing you to scream in both agony and gratification. 

“I love the sounds you make when I'm destroying you," Billy mumbles as he slaps your ass a few times before he speaks again. “So much better than the last person I was with.” 

Derek, sensing your imminent climax, speeds up his pace even more. His thrusts become faster and harder, hitting your uvula. His movements are deliberate, designed to send you spiraling over the edge. Billy, aware of the approaching orgasm, matches Derek’s intensity. Together, they push you to your limits, each thrust bringing you closer to the peak.

The combination of their movements is too much to bear. Your body convulses, shaking uncontrollably as you near the edge. You cry out incoherently, your voice a mix of pleas and curses. Finally, it happens. A wave of pure bliss washes over you, starting from your core and radiating outward. Your muscles clenched around Billy’s cock, which came undone, Derek following right after as you swallowed him entirely. 

For a moment, all three of you remain frozen in time, basking in the afterglow of your shared orgasm. Sweat covers your body, mixing with the evidence of your passions and dedication.

Then, Derek proceeds to pick you up, ensuring you’re okay and still able to walk, as Billy quickly goes to dress up again. 

“Wanna do aftercare?” Derek asks. This is different; this isn’t the usual Derek you’re accustomed to, but there’s something special about him at this moment.

“I’d love to,” you reply, unable to resist his newfound vulnerability. For a brief moment, you both stare at Billy, unsure whether to include the stranger in this intimate moment. But he speaks up, breaking the silence.

“I’m fine; I need to go anyway.” And with that, Billy abandons the room, leaving the two of you alone together.

Now it’s just the two of you, stripped bare emotionally and physically. You look at each other, unsure of how to proceed. Should you clean up? Talk about what happened. Or simply cuddle and rest in each other’s arms? 

“That was weird,” Derek says, slightly confused by Billy’s sudden departure but dismissing it. He’s glad that the two of you are alone now. 

“Get dressed up. We’ll go back to my place, and...” As Derek reaches for his pants, they feel unusually light. You exchange a confused glance, picking up your clothes and finding them similarly lacking.

Realization dawns on you both—your wallets are gone. It seems Billy took advantage of the situation to steal from you when you guys thought he was looking for a condom earlier on. You share a look of disbelief. 

“Fucking Billy,” you mutter.

Hope you guys liked it, it’s my first time writing this sort of thing but I wanted to write something special for having 100+ followers 🫶🏻 Thank you so much for reading my stuff! (If you only want to see my smut writing consider following my side blog @xxxcherryerim where I reblog my work!)

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MASTERLIST! (Part 1)

Here are Our Life things I have written :)

Headcannons

-- General headcannons

-- More general headcannons

-- Even more general headcannons

-- EVEN MORE general headcannons!

-- Jealous Cove/Baxter

-- Poly gang taking care of MC after a rough day

-- Poly gang high school sweethearts

-- Our Life boys as millennials

-- Baxter with an arts-and-craftsy MC

-- Our Life boys with a Broadway star MC

-- Poly gang does Derek's Day

-- Poly gang celebrate Baxter's Day and Cove's Day

-- Our Life boys get into serious argument with MC

-- How Cove x Xavier happens

-- More Cove x Xavier

-- MC tells boys they can hold the whole world in their hands, holds boy's face

-- MC with emotionally unavailable parents with Baxter

-- Our Life boys helping MC with finals

-- Our Life boys with MC with small boobs

-- Cove and MC have twins

-- Soft Baxter Part 1

-- Soft Baxter Part 2

-- Poly gang has board game/D&D night

-- Poly gang plays Sims

-- Our Life boys celebrating MC's birthday

-- Poly gang as parents

-- More poly gang as parents

-- Our Life boys' favorite body parts

-- Cove with a sleepyhead MC

-- Our Life boys with YouTuber/streamer MC

-- Our Life boys with vampire MC

-- Regency era Baxter

-- Pamela and Noelani

-- Our Life boys hurt MC's feelings

-- Our Life boys with famous MC

-- MC's relationship with Cliff

-- General poly gang

-- More general poly gang

-- Even more general poly gang

-- MC has a crush on Cove's parents

-- Our Life boys with sick MC

-- Cove with MC with histrionic personality disorder traits

-- Our Life boys with MC that likes to hold hands/link arms

-- How Derex x Tamarack happens

-- Our Life boys react to MC cloning themselves

-- What living with Our Life boys is like

-- Our Life boys with MC with H20 Girls powers

-- Our Life boys with MC whose art has been plagiarized

-- Our Life boys with blind MC

-- Our Life boys with ghost MC

-- Our Life boys with bad boy MC

-- Our Life boys with depressed MC

-- Our Life boys with MC that uses wheelchair/cane

-- Derek shows up for Step 3

Swap AU

-- Swap AU begins

-- First Christmas with Baxter/first Christmas as a couple

-- Baxter's confession

-- MC goes on Step 3 camping trip with Derek/Baxter reacts Part 1

-- MC goes on Step 3 camping trip with Derek/Baxter reacts Part 2

-- Prom with Baxter

-- Step 2 RV trip with Baxter

-- End of Step 3, at the restaurant, with Baxter

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For drabble requests how about something for Greys Anatomy where while Derek is busy in surgery the reader comes in injured and Amelia is there to comfort her and make the medical decisions? It doesn’t have to be anything serious really, I’d just love some reader and Amelia bonding 🥰🥰🥰

The walk of shame along the corridors of Grey Sloan was not altogether unfamiliar to you. Many times had you trudged reluctantly along the polished floors of the surgical unit, clutching some injury or another, purposefully trying to avoid the eyes of anyone you knew--which, in such a unit, was pretty impossible.

Years ago, you would have been slightly less embarrassed. Kids always got into medical equipment, right? At least kids of surgeons who were constantly working. But now, it didn't seem quite right. You were a month away from Johns Hopkins, had aced all your exams and probably wouldn't have even needed the reference letters from half the surgical team, and here you were, head hung low in disgrace as you held your bleeding hand to your chest.

If it weren't for the fact you knew your dad would absolutely murder you if he found out you had hidden an injury from him again, you would have locked yourself away in a break room somewhere and attempted to patch yourself up best you could. Alas. Your father was Derek Shepherd. And after the broken nose you'd managed to keep from him for almost twenty-four hours a couple years ago, he'd all but held you hostage until you promised on his life you wouldn't do it again.

So, here you were. Reluctant as hell but somehow still not regretting the situation that had lead you to this moment.

"Hi, have you seen Dr. Shepherd around?" you asked a passing intern. When he made to walk over to the surgery board, finger already pointing at one row in particular, you visibly grimaced.

"Uh, no, the other one. Amelia Shepherd?" You had no intention of crying to your dad today. Your pride had been smashed to pieces enough.

The intern pointed down the hallway and you saw your aunt walking around a corner with another nurse. Pressing your lips in a thin line, you thanked the intern and followed after her. Your pace was fast enough not to lose her but slow enough that you had time to rehearse your lines before you were bombarded with judgment.

Amelia ducked into a radiology room and you steeled yourself before pushing the door open. "Amelia?"

"Y/N. Why are you holding your hand like that?"

You wouldn't have been surprised at the question, in fact you had fully expected it, if Amelia had turned around to actually see who had walked through the door. Your aunt could do powerful stuff, but mindreading was not on that list.

"I saw you earlier." Amelia turned, arms crossed, brows raised. "Well done, by the way. Meredith thought it would take you longer to find someone. I said it would take..." She glanced at her watch and shrugged. "Twenty minutes. Not bad."

Her supposed victory was short-lived when she looked up. Her eyes fell on your hand and her face dropped as she walked quickly over to you. "I'd rather you not drip blood on the floor," she said, an obvious tease behind her words, as she gently pulled you over to sit down.

You made a face, not having realised. "Oops."

"Oops is right, kiddo." Amelia knelt in front of the swivel chair and let you uncover your hand, humming under her breath when she noted the long, jagged line running down the side of your hand from the base of your wrist to the middle of your pinky finger. "How'd you manage this, huh? Don't tell me you found the electrical saw again."

You rolled your eyes. "I stabbed myself, actually," you said matter-of-factly.

"Ooh, that's a new one. With what?" When your reluctance finally kicked in, Amelia looked up. "With what, Y/N?"

Your hand began to throb and only then did you decide that answering your aunt's questions was probably the easiest way to getting relief. "A needle," you said. "I found a suture practice kit and, oh my God, Amelia, you know that's like giving me candy. I couldn't just leave it alone."

Amelia nodded along, gently probing at the red skin around your wound. "So you practiced sutures on fake skin and, what? Sewed yourself?"

"There was a noise outside and I jerked my hand," you deadpanned. Amelia glanced up, on the verge of laughter, and you looked away stiffly. "It hurts."

"Well, lesson learnt. For now," she added after as a second thought. There was a short silence after that was broken only by your hiss of pain when Amelia touched an exceptionally sensitive spot. Sucking a breath through her teeth, the surgeon sat back on her heels and looked up at you. "How were your sutures?" she asked. "Straight? Neat?"

You lit up, Derek's smug smile curving your lips not a second later. "Straightest and neatest you'll ever see."

"That's my girl." Amelia squeezed your knee before standing to her feet and taking out her phone. "Now, what do we tell your dad when he sees you later with stitches in your hand?"

You couldn't have groaned louder. If the chair didn't have a straight back, you would have fallen backwards with the force of it. When you righted yourself, a fierce look of indignation on your face, Amelia wasn't even attempting to hide her amusement.

"I need stitches?"

"Yup. Aaand, lucky for you, I think Derek should be out of surgery by now." Chipper as ever in the face of her niece's almost tangible disgust, she held open the door and nodded in its direction. "Come on, kiddo. He'll be glad to do a little needlework. Bring him back to basics."

You rolled your eyes once more as you got up, cradling your hand to your chest. "Like brother, like sister," you grumbled as you passed your aunt.

"What was that?"

"I said: like brother, like sister, you sadist."

Amelia snorted.

Grey's Masterpost

[rawritzrobin]

Brooding Alpha

Characters: Derek Hale, Stilinski!Twin, Scott McCall, Stiles Silinski

Pairings: Derek Hale x Stilinski!Twin Reader

Summary: You already had a brother and dad who treated you like a baby. You didn’t need a boyfriend who did as well.

Series Masterlist

Warnings: None! Unless you count an overprotective wolf. 

A/N: Winter break is here. :D Have some angst, with a happy ending.

“I can take care of myself Derek. You don’t always have to treat me like a porcelain doll.” Your eyebrow twitched in annoyance.

“Babe, there’s a group of alphas out for blood. It’s clear they have some vendetta against me. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have gone after my betas. They want to hurt me and the easiest way is through you.”

“They’re not going to do something in broad daylight! I can’t just skip school and stay here so you can watch all day like a little puppy.”

You were in Derek’s loft, waiting for Stiles to pick you up. Instead of going to Heather’s party, you decided you wanted to keep Derek and Isaac company for the night. You had grown to love Isaac like a third brother, Scott being number 2. It hurt to see him so scared.

You told Stiles you didn’t want to go to Heather’s party because you and Isaac had to work on a school project together. He was too busy thinking about Heather to care whether or not you were attending. You were hoping for a relaxing night with Derek and Isaac. Maybe a movie and some cuddles with your Alpha. That wasn’t the case.

“Besides, Scott and Stiles are with me 24/7. Isaac too! And you forget that Alison comes from a family of trained hunters! Also, my dad is still the sheriff!” You emphasized the last sentence by raising your hands up high and huffed in annoyance. You were sick of everyone around you treating you like a baby. Stiles and your dad were already so overprotective of you. You didn’t need another man in your life who saw you as a weak damsel in distress.

“You know I don’t think that Y/N/N. I just want to make sure you’re safe. And the safest place is here with me at the loft, not at school with a pair of twin alphas!”

“No means no Derek. I’m not staying here.” You said before storming out of the loft. Derek wasted no time chasing after you. Isaac stayed out of your lover's spat. Lucky him.

“Where are you going?” He asked with a hint of anger and annoyance in his voice.

“Stiles should be here soon. Or do you not trust me walking down the stairs to the entrance by myself? Do I need a big strong man to walk me to my brother's car too?” You said, not bothering to turn around.

“Y/N! Listen to yourself…”

“I am Derek. And unlike you I trust that I can take care of myself.” You spat back at him. A part of you knew he was just being a good boyfriend that was concerned about his girlfriend’s well being, but you were too angry at the moment to think logically.

“Don’t come by tonight.” You tried to say angrily. It only came out kind of sad.

Derek stopped in his tracks. Derek stopped by almost every night ever since he stayed over that first night. It was nice, for the both of you to have someone on those lonely nights. It had become a kind of routine for you both. Comfort when you both needed it.

You didn’t turn around to see his reaction. You pushed open the front door of the building, just in time to see the blue Jeep pull up. You quickly wiped the tears from your eyes and faked a smile.

“How was the party?” You asked as you quickly jumped in.

Stiles sighed in annoyance. “Don’t want to talk about it.” He said.

Bummer. Looks like we both had a rough night.

“Hey, let's stop by the movie rental place and grab a movie and some snacks?” You asked, placing a hand on his shoulder. Stiles looked down at you and his eyes softened. It had been a while since you two spent some time together. Well some time together that didn’t involve a supernatural being. He kind of missed it. Though he would never outright tell you.

“Only if I get to pick the movie.”

You laughed. “Okay fine. But I get to pick the snacks!”

“Deal!” He said loudly and started making his way to the movie store.

*****

After watching Stiles’ horrible not so scary movie and eating your weight in ice cream and chips, you two said your goodnights, and went to bed. You kept looking at your window, part of you expecting Derek to still show up tonight. You watched the time go by in silence, sleep never catching you once.

1 AM became 2. 2 became 3. You sighed in annoyance when the clock finally hit 3:30. You don’t know what you were expecting. You told him not to come. Why would he come? You were the one who wanted to prove you were capable of taking care of yourself anyways. You didn’t need him to hold you to sleep. You have been sleeping by yourself for years now.

You finally turned off your desk lamp and plopped your head onto your pillow. Sleep didn’t come easy that night. But you finally gave in eventually.

What you didn’t know was that there was a certain someone waiting in the woods that night. Derek sat himself against one of the large trees near your neighbors yard and waited until your night turned off before sulking off back to his loft. He wanted to apologize, but he was afraid of what you would do if he showed up when you specifically asked him not to. He knew how you were sometimes. You just needed some time to cool off.

You didn’t wake up to a good morning text that morning.

You laid in bed a little longer than usual. Stiles had to knock on your door to ask if you were ready before you pushed yourself off of your bed. Part of you just wanted to skip school and go straight to Derek’s loft and apologize. He was right to some degree. You weren’t going to give up and stay at his loft all day. But you did need to stop sneaking out at night and away from the pack.

School went by in a blur. Stiles and Scott could tell there was something off about you. You hadn’t said a word all day and wasn’t actually glued to your phone for once.

“Everything okay?” Scott asked. Scott was one of the ones who knew about you and Derek. It was really hard to hide the fact that you always smelled like him. He had his suspicions, and confirmed his suspicions when he walked in on you kissing Derek the night you two rescued him from Kate.

“It’s nothing. Derek and I had a fight last night.” Stiles ran off to the library to do some research on something. It was just you and Isaac so it was a safe place for you and Scott to talk about Derek.

“Just so you know, Derek wasn’t all too happy this morning either Y/N.”

You just sank into your chair further. You shouldn’t have said what you said last night.

“Scott, I found it!” Stiles screamed, jumping onto the back of you and Scott. Clearly not sensing the mood around him. “Oh and Y/N, can you hitch a ride with Lydia after school today? I have to stay late today for detention.”

“Ugh Stiles. What did you do this time?”

“I had to borrow some books from a certain teacher’s collection. It happened to be locked in his desk and someone happened to catch me. But I found the info we need!”

Great. You thought to yourself. You knew Lydia didn’t drive today and that she had a date with Jackson after school.

“I can take you.” Isaac offered. You smiled. You loved Isaac. He was the closest thing to Derek you had right now.

After school Isaac and Scott walked with you to the parking lot. You were too distracted all day to realize Isaac didn’t have a car. Before you could say anything, you saw a very familiar black Camero sitting in the back of the parking lot. You looked up and glared at Isaac, fully aware of his scheme now.

“I can’t stand it when you and Derek fight. I have to deal with his moody self at home, and then your moody self at school. It’s too much brooding for me.”

You tried to turn around in the other direction, but Isaac quickly grabbed your shoulder before you could turn.

“Common. He’s just giving us a lift home.” He said pushing you forward. Scott opened the door for you and you stepped in, avoiding eye contact with Derek. You could feel his eyes on you though.

“Hey Isaac don’t we have that history project we need to work on?” Scott said suddenly.

“Oh I forgot about that! You go along first Y/N. Stiles can take me home when he's done with detention.” He said quickly, closing the door behind you. You huffed in annoyance and crossed your arms around your chest, frowning through the window. You tried your best to glare at the two boys walking away from the car, but to no avail.

“Y/N.” Derek said sadly.

You didn’t look at him, you crossed your arms tighter and turned away. You were still angry at the boys for tricking you.

“Y/N, i'm sorry. I-I shouldn’t have suggested that you couldn’t take care of yourself. Hell the one of the reasons I fell in love with you was because of the way you were able to handle yourself with those hunters that night. I know you’re strong enough to protect yourself. But I just.. Don’t want anything to happen to you because of me.” He said sadly.

You slowly looked in his direction. His hands were slumped to his side, and he held his head down. You noticed some dark bags under his eyes. You didn’t even know werewolves could get bags under their eyes. He looked like he hadn’t slept a wink last night. You were starting to feel guilty.

“I don’t know what I would do if something happened to you.” He said in a whisper.

Derek couldn’t look up at you. He felt so guilty. Everything he said last night was just his strange way of wanting to keep you safe. He didn’t sleep at all. He kept trying to think of ways to apologize to you. Thank god Isaac texted him when he did. He wasted no time getting here.

“Der.” You said, quietly.

Derek looked up at you with his big puppy dog eyes. You smiled at him and placed your hand on his thigh. He took your hand in his.

“I’m not going anywhere.” You said giving his hand a light squeeze. “You need to trust me though. I'm not just some stupid high schooler who goes looking for trouble.”

Derek raised his eyebrows at that one.

“Okay I am. But you also have to trust that I know what I’m doing and that I have a circle that is capable of keeping me safe. Let’s also not forget that my dad is the sheriff of the town and he made me take at least 50 self defense classes when I was little.” You said with a smirk.

“Okay fine. But only because I know Isaac, Erica, and Boyd are always with you. When I’m not around.”

“What about Stiles and Scott?”

Derek laughed. You chuckled too after realizing what you said. You leaned back into your chair and relaxed, never letting go of his hand.

“Let’s say we go home yeah? Well, your home. My dad might shoot you on sight if you show up at our place during the day.”

Derek laughed and quickly drove you two back to his place.

Later that night, Isaac walked in on you two cuddling and laughing on Derek’s couch. You gave him a thankful smile when he walked past you two.

He walked away smiling as well. It was always good to see papa and mama wolf in a good mood.

[fandomnsfw]

Easy On The Eyes - Derek Hale x Reader

Pairing: Derek Hale x Reader

Prompt: Because I need a break from other stuff.

Warning: (No Stiles’ were hurt during the making of this fan fiction I love you Stiles :’C) None really just cute shit and awkward and sweet Derek Hale.

Description: You got caught up in the fight between the McCall pack and the Dread Doctors a year ago and now you have something to tell the pack but soon after, everything started going according to your plan...well except the mate part.

ENJOY!!!!

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You sat next to Lydia, your hand in hers as Scott stared at the floor with a look of deep thought. Everyone else in the room was silent as they wrapped there head around everything you had just said. You knew it was a lot for someone to take in but they needed to know from you…not from Melissa once you couldn’t walk and she had to get you a carer.

“Why didn’t you tell us from the start…Y/N the things you’ve been doing and getting involved in…you could’ve died…” Scott looked up sadly and you let your eyes fall to the floor in shame.

“I found out last year…after the dread doctors…I thought it was because…Theo threw me into that pipe…but it wasn’t.” Stiles shot a furious glare at Theo who was staring at the floor with guilt.

“Stop it Stiles. If he hadn’t done that I wouldn’t of found out for years or until I couldn’t walk one day. I’m actually grateful for that injury but I don’t want to be on medication for the rest of my life…I want you to turn me while I’m strong enough to survive.” You asked with determination all over your face making sure he knew you had thought about it.

“I don-Are you sure?” Scott asked seriously but before you could say anything Derek let out a huff before speaking up.

“Why the hell are you hesitating? She’s ill Scott! With all due respect if she didn’t want it she wouldn’t of asked.” Derek snapped and your eyes shot up to his face in surprise. You and Derek only met shortly after the Anuk-ite attack due to joining Scott shortly after the dread doctors when they saved you from Theo and his band of merry chimera’s.

Derek was quiet but polite enough despite that Stiles calls him sourwolf, however you found him calming to be around. He didn’t speak to you much but he was always looking out for the pack since he’d been back even the members that were new. It helped that he wasn’t too bad to look at with his black stubble, piercing pale green eyes and god like body.

“Woah there sourwolf! Calm your shit. Scott is obviously going to do it if she wants the bite.” Stiles huffed sassily as he stood to get all up Derek’s face.

“Stiles sit your cute little ass down!” Lydia snorted as she grabbed Stiles’ top dragging him back down to his seat at the other side of her.

“Aww you think my ass is cute.” Stiles preened happily as she rolled her eyes affectionately at him.

“When would you like to do it?” Scott asked with a sad smile.

“It’s not like we need to arrange it Scott. You have fangs and I have my body wherever we are.” You snorted with a teary laugh earning a laugh from everyone including the parents of the pack which had been pretty quiet until now.

“Where would you feel most comfortable?” Scott asked with a little more humour this time.

“We can do it at the loft?” Derek suggested absently making you smile at him brightly.

“Why would she want to do it at your grubby loft Derek…seriously are you feeling okay today? She needs to be somewhere more sterile.” Stiles grumbled sarcastically and his dad let out a sigh before smacking Stiles round the back of his head.

“Hey that child abuse!” Stiles screeched and his dad raised his brows.

“You’re over 18…technically its just plain old abuse. Though I’m sure the Sheriff will let me off with a warning.” He informed him with a smirk as Stiles just gaped at him.

“I would actually like to do it at the loft it’s the most secluded place so if I lose control we’re far enough from people that one of your can stop me.” You commented reasonably.

“Good point. Since its winter break we have time to help you learn control before your back at Yale.” Scott replied causally and you suddenly went silent, frozen in place.

“I’m not going back to Yale I’m transferring to the same school as you Scott.” Suddenly Melissa’s voice was booming.

“Like hell you’re giving up Yale! Why would you want to transfer!? You got into a blue collar school on full scholarship honey…” Melissa looked like she was about to have a heart attack.

“Because I’m not happy there! I’m too far away…everyone at that school is either a genius or an asshole! I hate it I miss my pack…I was an orphan before this and now I have a whole family…I don’t want to be away from you guys.” You muttered sadly as you stared up at the closest person you had to a mother these days.

“Are you that miserable there?” She asked, guilt written all over her face.

“Yes…” You muttered slowly and she just nodded before walking over to you and dragging you up to wrap her arms around you.

“Okay honey.” Melissa whispered soothingly into your hair as you clung to her like a life line.

“I would like to do it tomorrow…my health isn’t too bad right now but that could change on any given day and I don’t wanna risk it.” You stated calmly as Melissa pulled away from you and everyone nodded quietly.

The rest of the night was perfect, you all had dinner while talking about classes and how relationships were going. Malia and Scott were still together, Lydia and Stiles were going strong, Mason and Corey are enjoying their first year at college together. Melissa was still seeing Chris surprisingly, Noah was still single but you’d told him about the new owner of the diner that found the Sheriff attractive earning a groan from Stiles and a laugh from everyone else.

********

You stared at the loft doors with serious determination, your heart racing a mile a minute as your fingers twitched against the cold hard metal handle. You nod to yourself as you yanked the door open to see Derek and Scott stood around the table in the lofts entrance.

You gave Scott a small smile before sending a nod to Derek in thanks for letting you use the loft. Scott gave you a sad smile in return like he was giving you some sort of death sentence but for you it was going to be a better life.

“Are you sure?” Scott asked on last time as you lifted your top so Scott could bite your abdomen.

“Yes I’m sure.” You huffed with a humoured smile as Derek let out a growl.

“Okay I got it Derek. Jeez you’re really demanding for a beta.” Scott snorted playfully before he bent down and bit your waist gently. You heard yourself let out a scream but after that everything went black.

*********

“-she’ll wake up soon just stop pacing.” You heard a voice say at the side of you but you couldn’t open your eyes.

“I know but it’s been 24 hours Scott this isn’t normal…They either get stronger or get weaker…I’ve never seen someon—her heart rate changed…Y/N?” It was Scott and Derek.

You sniffed the air and suddenly the scent of something hit your nose and you eyes shot open. You sat up and looked at Scott with a frown. You stood up cautiously and began sniffing Scott which made his eyes widen. You frown as you realised as much as you could tell he was your Alpha that wasn’t what smelt so good.

You head spun round instantly and you eyes locked with Derek. It was him…why did he smell so good? You thought absently as you turned around completely and walked over to him. His eyes flashed blue at you making your flash in return.

“You smell so good…” You whispered as you started circling him as you smelt his body.

“Derek what the hell is happening?” Scott muttered with wide eyes from across the room.

“I may have failed to mention I was 98% certain she’s my mate…but only when your wolves can you detect it from both sides…” Derek chuckled awkwardly as he blushed under your constant attentions but never moved away.

“Mate?” You perked up at the word and nuzzled against Derek’s neck as he allowed you to hang off his neck like a monkey as you practically climbed him like a tree.

“Okay this is because she’s a new wolf…she’ll learn to control it eventually…maybe I should go until she can control it?” Derek whispered and you instantly started growling.

“Mine.” You snapped as Scott tried to approach.

“I have zero intention of stealing Derek, Y/N you can keep him.” Scott muttered as he got closer but the second he took one step you launched, so before you could make contact, Scott let out an almighty roar than made even Derek’s knee’s wobble as you cowered low to the ground.

You blinked and suddenly felt a little more yourself thought you could still smell how good Derek smelt but now you knew better than to climb a man you barely knew like he was Mount Everest. You looked at Derek in horror and then at Scott with an exasperated look to why he let you climb Derek before doing his alpha roar.

“S-Sorry Derek I d-didn’t mean to do that…” You stuttered until you remembered what he’d said.

“It’s okay…I get the urges but I’m a born wolf so…I can control it. I’m sorry I should’ve told you before you took the bite but…your health…” Derek looked so guilty so when you started laughing he looked…shocked wasn’t a word that could do his face justice.

“You don’t have to apologise…you being my mate would’ve just been another reason for me to turn. What girl in the world doesn’t fantasies about having one man or in this case werewolf made to be her perfect match? It helps that you’re easy on the eyes and have a six pack.” You joked and Scott looked horrified by what you had said like you said the wrong thing but suddenly Derek started laughing and Scott looked even more worried and you suddenly remembered this was the first time you’d seen the older man laugh and it was the most beautiful thing you think you’d ever seen.

“You broke Derek.” Scott snorted as Derek finally stopped laughing.

“Shut up Scott.” Derek grumbled and suddenly he was back to his usual stoic self.

“Yeah Scott shut up.” You teased as Scott’s phone started ringing. The second he answered you heard Melissa’s voice over the phone asking his a million questions.

“She’s awake mom. Yes you can come over.” Scott huffed as his mother hung up so she could make her way over.

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Within twenty minutes the whole pack was in the loft with smiles but all the new smells made you uneasy so you involuntarily moved closer to Derek and you almost thought you’d gotten away with it too but Lydia’s voice echoed through the loft and everyone was looking.

“What was that?” She sassed as she pointed between you and Derek.

“What was what?” You muttered innocently as you fought the urge to creep closer to Derek again.

“You know what. You moved closer to Derek. Scott’s your alpha and we’ve known you longer…yet you moved closer to the one wolf you know less than anyone in this pack.” Lydia stated like she had you pegged.

“No I did not.” You scoffed as your eyes flickered to Derek who looked strangely amused.

“You just gonna stand there and let this interrogation ensue? I will take you down with me.” You hissed softly and he just smirked, his arms crossing defiantly.

“I’m Derek’s mate. He hid it from us.” You threw him straight under the metaphorical bus and he looked terrified.

“I can’t believe you just did that.” Derek grumbled as everyone stared at them in shock.

“I can’t believe you weren’t gonna help me. Some mate you are.” You huffed with a childish glare and suddenly Derek let out a whine and your eyes shot open fully.

“Aww I didn’t mean that I’m sorry.” You sighed sadly and he nodded with a blush on his face.

“Sourwolf has been tamed…It’s a miracle.” Stiles cheered sarcastically and Lydia slapped his arm scoldingly.

“Why does everyone think its okay to slap me?” Stiles whined with an exasperated sigh.

“Because you never learn to keep your mouth closed.” Lydia sasses back making Stile shrink instantly.

“Congratulations if anyone deserves a mate in this world its you dear nephew.” Peter stated with a sad smile.

“I don’t know much about wolves but I’d say we should probably leave them to talk about it together…alone. Let’s go you supernatural young adults and fellow pack parents.” Melissa shouted sassily as she round everyone up but not before pulling you into a motherly hug.

“I’m happy this went better than anyone had expected. I like Hale, he’s loyal and in this world that all I can ask for you. I know I didn’t give birth to you but I have loved being a mother figure for the short year you were still a kid…” Melissa whispered softly, tears in her eyes as she wiped the already fallen ones from your face.

“I could be 30 and you’d still be the only person I’d ever consider a mother. Thank you for everything you have done for me.” You sobbed happily as she pulled you into another hug.

“I’m kind of glad you’re coming home. I’ve missed you…Scott wont let me paint his nails.” Melissa chuckled humorously before pulling away.

“Me too…I love you.” You muttered through a laugh.

“I love you too kiddo. Also Chris got back from France while you were sleeping. He brought you a present.” Melissa called over her shoulder as she turned to leave.

“Someone’s trying to earn brownie points?” You giggled and she shot you a wink before leaving out the loft door, Scott pulling it shut as he turned green with disgust as he tried to ignore what he’d just heard.

The second everyone had driven off you turned to Derek with shy smile. You had no idea how you supposed to act now everyone was gone. He was your mate but you barely knew one another and that was evident by how still Derek was.

“Was it hard not acting on your impulses?” You whispered as you resisted the urge to reach for him.

“Very…It doesn’t help that you’re so sweet to everyone…” Derek grumbled and you frowned softly as if asking what he meant but he shook his head.

“If we’re going to be mates…maybe should be more open with each other?” You suggested gently and Derek let out a sigh but nodded in agreement.

“When other wolves or supernaturals come near you…my wolf see’s them as competition…since we’re not completely mated.” He admitted awkwardly.

“S-So if I hugged Liam?” You asked nervously and Derek let out a growl in reply earning a smile from you.

“Okay…got it. How do we mate completely?” You asked curiously making Derek’s eyes widen.

“Exchanging bites…during a full moon…usually done during…ya know.” Derek flung his hands around like you knew what he meant and you caught on pretty quick but you didn’t let him know you just turned your head to the side looking at him innocently.

“I’m going to hell.” Derek groaned and you couldn’t hold back your laughter anymore.

His eyes shot up at the sound when he finally realised you knew what he meant. He shot you a glare, his arms crossing angrily as he stared you down. You gave a sweet smile in return, as you approached him slowly. He froze as you got closer as if he was trying to stop himself from touching you.

“I’m not that innocent Derek. You mean we need to bite one another whilst in the midst of some passionate full moon sex?” You snickered and Derek flushed but nodded in reply.

“Sounds kinky.” You giggled as you chest your chest against at Derek’s arms that were still folded.

“Once we mate…we’re together forever… you understand that right? If one of us dies then other will likely have to be put down…” Derek spoke seriously and your eyes widened at his words.

“W-Why?” You whispered fearfully.

“Because its documented that the few mates that have lost their other half go feral…but most mates die at the same time of old age usually.” Derek stated sadly as he reached for you only to pull back at the last second.

“Oh…well don’t die on me then.” You whispered with mild humour but mostly seriousness.

“C-Can I…never mind.” Derek huffed under his breath.

“Kiss me? Hug me?” You asked as he blushed.

“I’m so down for either.” You added and his eyes widened momentarily before softening.

Instead of words Derek’s arms circled your waist as his lips pushed against yours with a firm yet loving pressure that made your wolf howl. You gripped his t-shirt as his right hand cupped your cheek so gently you hardly believed it was the same, full shifting vicious black wolf that you’d seen in battle, yet it was. As he pulled away you let out a little whine before sending him a pout which made him smile happily.

“Yeah…nope…you’re gonna have to bring that right back on in here wolf man.” You stated as you pulled him down, Derek smiled into the kiss but happily obliged with you commanding request.

“Yep you’ve ruined me. Never letting you out my paws now.” You chuckled sweetly and Derek shook his head at your confidence before placing a kiss on your cheek.

“Come on its only 8 how about I take you out for dinner?” Derek asked, a smirk slipping onto his face as his eyebrow raised in a playful way.

“Are you asking me on a date Derek Hale?” You giggled equally as playful.

“If you call the local Italian place a date.” Derek muttered with a slight blush on his face.

“Let’s go DerBear.” You giggled as you skipped towards you door.

“Yeah that’s not gonna be a thing.” Derek grumbled as he grabbed his keys.

“Mhmm yeah it is my lovely mate.” You argued as you ran off ahead of him.

You knew this was just the beginning for you and Derek but you couldn’t help the amount of affection you could already feel for the older man. He was sweet with you which probably helped since you knew he wasn’t one to be over affectionate even with Scott who he loves like a brother but you couldn’t help but be happy it was only you who could have him like this.

You couldn’t wait to find out what your lives had in store for you and your mate.

[ofoceansandtombsanew]

there isn't enough tamarack content in the x reader tag. same for derek. my fellow simps, send me your requests and i will write little snippets for the both of them

don't get me wrong ー i love cove, baxter and qiu as much as the next person, but i wanna give the less popular OL leads some spotlight 💗

and... if y'all wanna ask for something regarding a mr. cliff holden... let a girl know

[here-to-read-and-write]

Eli in the past.

So I had to make this, because let's be honest the movie was...I can't find the words to describe it. The only good thing about it, is Eli.

"So you are telling us…That you are the son of Derek" Stile asked unsure of what reaction he should give, he was happy for his sour wolf Did he just call me him his ? and as much as he wanted to deny the pit in his stomach but he couldn't.

It may sound selfish and heartless, but Stiles wished this was all a nightmare or that the boy was maybe one of Derek's one-night stands, or that the mother died while giving birth. Unfortunately, this was all a wish from a broken heart.

"Who is your mother?" Lydia asked when she notice how silent Stiles become, and before Eli could respond the door opened.

"Dad!" Eli happily called seeing Derek at the door, "MOM!" That earned everyone's attention.

Eli throw himself at (Y/N) and Derek who just stared at each other completely clueless about what was happening.

If Stiles was feeling awful, he just wished for one of his crushes to die.

"What is going on?" Derek questioned without letting go of the child in his arms.

(Y/N) walked to Stiles putting a comforting hand on his should as she noticed his dejected expression.

When did she get here? He thought.

"You're okay?" She asked her tone soft. Like always when she talked to him.

Okay, now he felt much worse. He stood up abruptly leaving the place before any could stop him.

"Is he okay?" (Y/N) asked, and no one responded. Not even Scott. Who knew about Stiles feeling for you two.

"I will go talk to him" Scott left giving everyone an apologetic smile.

"So…Can someone explain what a kid doing in my loft, and why is he calling me dad?" Derek raised an eyebrow completely ignoring the kid that left him to hug (Y/N), and the oblivious blush on his cheek.

"Kid, I'm sorry to say this but I'm not your mother. I'm tto young to give birth." (Y/N) explain to the kid tryingto get him off her.

"Not yet, but soon" He pointed out, smiling shiply.

"So what's your name and why are you here?" (Y/N) shacked her head putting the groceries away with Derek. She decided to take things slowly and maybe understand the boy.

"I'm Eli (last name) Mieczyslaw Hale" He happily introduced himself arms spread wide, and from your chock you let the plate shatter on the ground.

"I don't believe you!" You whispered.

Eli turns your way, lifting his shirt to show a half-moon shape on the middle of his chest.

"Impossible!" You slowly walked toward him, before hesitantly tracing the mark.

"It looks just likes yours, doesn't it?" Eli asked smiling at you. You nodded silently. You didn't know what to say or if you were even capable.

"You are my child" You hugged him, tears falling down your cheeks, with the biggest smile on your face.

The half-moon shape, that looked like a burn was a symbol of your home, you pack. Unfortunately, an accident happened and they all die. You felt it as if your heart was burning more with their soul slowly leaving each one of them.

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"So you're telling me…I married two men?" (Y/N) raised an eyebrow, passing a bowl of fruit to the boy, who happily took it grinning.

Everyone had left except you and Stiles, with a promise of giving them details later, since they had school tomorrow morning. Eli had insisted that Stiles stays, and either way, he was your ride home.

"What's with the grin?" You ask, with a smile of your own, you were still not yet over the fact that you had such a beautiful kid.

"You always prepare, a bowl of fruits with some yoghurt for me and the twins. for our movie night. Each Friday." He looked down at the bowl sniffing.

"Used?" You asked worriedly about what have happened in the future.

"You fallen into coma after your saved dad from sacrificing himself" Eli wiped his tears, before giving a smile. He was obliviously trying to hide his fellings, and even if he wasn't your child yet, you hugged him burying his face in your chest.

Your motherly warmth caused all of his hidden emotions to explode. He couldn't help himself from crying, letting everything out. All the fear and all the frustration he buried for months inside of him.

You let him, until he calmed down enough to eat his fruit, and explain. With both of the men just watching you act like mother.

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"You married dad " He pointed at Derek, who was leaning against the wall, watching from a distance while the boy was still laying on your chest "You got married when you were fourth month pregnant, at that time you were already married to papa Stiles" This seems to catch all your attention, especially Stiles.

"Papa Stiles?" You titled your head.

"Yes,from I was told you had a big fight broke between you and Dad. He said some hurtful things, so you left with papa Stiles to study aboard" He hatefully glared at his dad, before turning to you with the biggest smiles "two months later you discovered you were pregnant..Papa Stiles took the opportunaty to marry you and protect you" He left your arms to go to stiles, who hugged him back with a big smile.

I married (Y/N). Stiles is over the moon biting his lips tp stop a giggle from escaping, at the thought of you two living together, with you wearing a ring, proof that you belong to him, just as how belongs to you.

Stiles didn't look much older than Eli. They looked more like brothers than a father and a son, yet your son seem to look at him with such admiration, causing Derek to clench his teeth, eyes turning slightly yellow.

"and one night he called Dad and told him about everything. He thought he deserved to know that you never cheated on him…You may guess what happened. Dad come and demanded a DNA test, and just like you expected I was his child, and you never cheated" He took some paper out of his jacket passing it to you.

The paper had your full name, with Derek's too.

"He tried to apologize but you refuse to even see his face, but papa Stiles convinced you…Few dates from here and there and you were back together just this time with Papa Stiles, by your side." Stiles was looking at Eli with so much love it warm your heart, yet broke you, you didn't want for Stiles to feel obligated to marry you just because of you been pregnant.

You wish it was his-the child-, because to be honest you always liked Stiles, yet you never dared to express those feelings, knowing well that he liked Lydia.

"What about the twins?" You questioned.

"They are my half-brother and sister, you had them from Papa Stiles" Your head snaps to Stiles, whose jaw dropped. You turned to Derek, and he give the same reaction. Not like it changed, since Eli explained that he was his son.

Oh my God, I have twins. Stiles thought.

"That doesn't explain why you're here?" You asked, and sudenly the boy got nervous.

"After you got on a coma our family start falling apart… Espacially after grandma came back." The boy buried himself in Stiles' chest.

"My mom?" Your voice cracked and your heart skipped a beat, earning you a look of worry from both men.

"She tried to make Dads divorce you, when they showed her that she already had children with both of them, she just laughed and asked them to keep us" Your grip harden around Stiles, making him pat him softly.

"I-I…I didn't know what to do, she already had everything ready, a lawyer, evidence to show that you were forced to marry them" You frowned, before softly standing.

"That's why you came here" You concluded, before wrapping your hands around him. The three of you hugged him, giving him a little comfort.

"I was in your room looking for something against her, when sudenly I was teleported here" You closed your eyes, searching in your mind before it hit you.

"Wait here!" You run to Derek's room,and few minutes later you came back with two books in hand.

"I think you were looking for those" you handed them to Eli, who opened one of them to see writings.

"What are those?" Eli asked, "Those are my journal, from when I used to live with my mom…I think it's more than enough evidance to use" Eli's eyes lit up.

"I hide them, in Derek's room since no one will think or dare to look for them there" You awkwardly laughed, looking away from Derek, who himself didn't know that something precious was hiding in his room.

"When did you put them there?" He found himself asking.

"After two weeks after we started dating" You explained going back to you previous position, stealing your son from Stiles.

You started dating Derek, giving him a chance, when you caught Stiles and Lydia kissing.

"Oh" He simply replaied.

"It's getting late, why don't we leave. We still have school tomorow" You yawned, eyes already closing.

"Can…C-Can we all sleep together?" Eli yawned too, refusing to let you go.

You three looked at each other and shrugged, but deep inside you all were excited to sleep together.

And God knows how fast you all had fallen asleep that night. All warm, with one wish, is for this moment to never end or at least last longer, so you can all graved in your heart and mind.

[periludic]

Hihi! :>

Could I request a (romantic/crush) step 2 Derek with a reader who often dotes on people (especially him)? Maybe reader brings him lunches when he forgets to bring his own or patches up injuries and bruises after his games :) (if possible, maybe reader has like. his same problem (taking care of people and forgetting to care for themself))

the thought behind this is like.derek finally getting love and care too and not just caring for others without any thanks because HE DESERVES IT 😭🫶

Thank you, and have a good day/night!

(ALSO SORRY IF THIS REQUEST DIDNT MAKE SENSE ISNDODMWPS-)

" CARE "

📌 Pairing: Derek (Step 2) x GN! MC

📌 Notes: HEY!! Thank you for the ask I appreciate it :D and I am especially happy to write Derek HCs I love the precious boy so much he deserves so much love <33 I hope you have a good day/night as well!

Derek adored you. Adored how you took care of others, adored how you were always so considerate to people

Especially towards him.

He'd noticed the way you always took extra time and care with him

Always fussing over his injuries whenever he got scratched and bruised from training

Always bringing extra water bottles for him while he's out practicing

Always noticing whenever he'd burned himself out from ruining around all day

It always makes him flustered!!

Whenever he feels your fingers brush against his skin while you try to bandage him up almost makes him want to explode himself (in a good way!!)

Barely stops himself from fainting whenever you ask him if he's doing okay with a look of worry in your pretty eyes

He looks at you like you're an angel whenever you take care of him (he's convinced that you actually are one)

At first, he was in denial. Trying to rationalize that you were just that great of a person (another reason why he doesn't deserve you)

Cove would've needed to point out that fact himself, and insist that yeah, you do give him special treatment

As much as he denies it, he cant help but feel giddy. Probably thinks about it late at night on his bed, giggling and blushing and kicking his legs like a fool

A part of him is selfish. He wanted to mess up more, he wanted to fail, to fall, to get hurt just so you can pamper him

He wouldn't actually do it!! In fact, he probably beats himself up over the evil thought!!

That doesn't mean it doesn't exist though…

Checking up on him daily makes him fall 101% more head over heels in love with you (pls bandage himself up for falling too hard)

Make him lunch and he's just about ready to get married to you for reals

However he refuses to be the only one taken care of, in fact. He's going to take it as a lighthearted challenge, he'll go out of his way to absolutely spoil you.

Bag too heavy? He'll take it! Your legs are sore from running? Let him carry you! There's a door in your way? Its just screaming for him to open it!!

If you deal with the same problems he does, he'd most definitely catch on pretty quickly. He's dealing with it himself after all!

It makes him feel more appreciated, seen. You were someone he cherished that he can relate to

Does it make him happy though? Hell no!

Derek was just about ready to carry the weight of the world if it meant you wouldn't put yourself last

Always assures you that its okay to be selfish every once in a while! That you deserved to be taken care of, that people didn't stick with you so you can handle their problems

They stay with you because you're you, and he thinks you're perfect

He cares about you! So you should care about yourself too

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📌 Extra Notes: Again, sorry if my english isnt as good, its not my first language

[freckles-things]

Can you do a writing where Derek Morgan takes care of the reader whenever she has really bad period cramps?. I think it would be so sweet and fluffy to read. He could call her babygirl ❤️

Something Domestic

Pairing: Derek Morgan x Reader

Summary: What happens when Derek comes home after a full day of work, finding you curled up and in pain?

Warnings: mentions of period and blood as well as pain.

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Opening the door to your flat, Derek was surprised to find it dark and quiet. Usually, as long as you were home, there was always some source of light, the smell of scented candles, which often times also were the source of light, and some kind of noise. Sometimes you’d play music or the sounds of the TV could be heard as well as the soft sounds of you cooking or doing something else. Maybe you’d already gone to sleep. Unlikely going by the time, but not impossible. You usually made a point of staying awake as long as you knew he was coming over, which in todays case you did. He didn’t expect you to nor was he disappointed that you weren’t still awake, but it was still unusual.

Derek gently toed off his shoes and hung up his jacket by the door, quietly placing his work bag in the living room. Approaching the door to your bedroom, he quietly opened it. As soon as he laid eyes on you, a frown appeared on his face. You weren’t sleeping peacefully like he had expected you to. Instead you were curled around your midsection, body tense and face buried into your pillow. Definitely not a sleeping position.

You only turned your head once you felt his big, warm hand smooth over you hair and blearily blinked at him, just to find him kneeling on the floor next to your head. His heart broke as his eyes studied your face, taking in your tear streaked cheeks. His hand continued to soothingly thread through your hair while he moved his own face a little closer to you, making sure to study every single expression.

„What’s wrong, Babygirl?“, he softly cooed at you.

„I started my period today“, you croaked back, feeling a little ridiculous to make a fuss about it. But your body hurt - the day had started with a blazing headache and had been followed by cramps that had forced you to double over.

„Hurts“, you added in a small voice, the tears you’d shed clearly heard in the way your voice wavered a little.

„I’m sorry you feel this poorly, Sweetheart“, Derek murmured against your skin before pressing his lips against your forehead in a gentle kiss. His hand found its way down your back, gently rubbing over your lower back and coming to rest over your stomach.

„How about I run you a hot bath to relax and help with the cramps?“ He only moved towards the bathroom to run said bath after you had nodded slowly. A few minutes later he came back to help you out of bed and towards the bathtub. Warm and gentle hands carefully helped you out of your clothes, not commenting on the fact that you had bled through them since you hadn’t been able to move for hours, before assisting you with stepping into the bath. The room smelled like lavender and sandalwood, the smell of your favourite relaxing Epsom Salts, and the water had the perfect temperature. Which was to say that Derek felt like his skin might melt off his body when touching the water. One reason you rarely showered together.

„Thank you“ you whispered, still keeping a hold of Derek’s hand. He pressed a kiss against your temple and settled on the floor besides the tub, quietly talking about some trick Spencer had shown him at the office and how Emily had nearly smashed her printer in rage. You closed you eyes and let his comforting voice wash over you, your body slowly starting to relax. You loved his voice and in turn you loved to listen to him talk about mundane things. Derek had picked up on it after a little while and now tended to ramble anytime he noticed that you were stressed or needed some distraction. He also thought that it was quite endearing how much you relaxed at the sound of his voice.

„Let me wash your hair, Babygirl?“, he asked after a while. You hummed in agreement and moved to sit up, his strong hands supporting you. He moved to get a cup from the counter, which he used to gently wet your hair with the warm water, carefully tilting your head back and making sure that the water didn’t get into your eyes. You closed your eyes in contentment as his strong fingers started to massage the shampoo into your hair.

„Feels good“, you murmured, which made him chuckle. His warm lips pressed against your temple before he continued to massage your scalp. He hated seeing you in pain. And seeing your tear stained face earlier had nearly broken his heart. He hated to imagine how you’d been lying in bed, curled up in pain, while he had been joking with his colleagues.

You sighed at his ministrations and melted into his hands, feeling some of your inner tension leave. You hadn’t been able to relax once since getting up and you were just now noticing the toll it had taken on you. Allowing Derek to manipulate your head, you savoured the feeling of the warm water running through your hair and slowly washing away the suds. Once he was done, he carefully guided your body to lean back against the tub and placed your head on a folded up towel, which he had placed on the edge of it.

You looked up at him, catching his soft gaze and smiled slightly.

„Thank you!“

„No need to thank me, Babygirl. Are you going to be alright for a few minutes while I go and change the sheets?“ He still sounded worried, which warmed your heart more than it probably should.

You nodded at him, gently grabbing his hand that was still placed against your cheek and pressed a kiss against the palm of it. His thumb gently traced your lips before he moved back towards the bedroom. You closed your eyes again, listening to the sounds of Derek moving around the room. You could hear the tell-tale sound of the sheets being stripped followed by steps towards the linen closet in the hall before there were again sounds of rustling sheets and Derek’s voice muttering something under his breath. You couldn’t help but smile at it. He always had troubles with the fitted sheets, insisting that they were a demonic invention.

He was back only a few moments later, carrying the sheets and added them to the basket with the other laundry you had planned on washing today.

„Are you ready to get out yet?“, he asked teasingly to which you shook your head.

„Can you grab me some clothes to change into?“ He turned towards you to reveal that he was already carrying them. You giggled, which made his smile widen, and grabbed the washcloth to clean yourself. In the meantime Derek retrieved two towels, hanging them over the heating to warm them up a little and your heart warmed at his thoughtfulness.

Once you were finished washing, you asked him to help you out of the tub. You had expected him to lend a supporting hand. You had not expected him to reach into the tub and lift you out of it and into his arms, which was why you couldn’t suppress the small squeal of surprise that escaped you.

„Derek! I’m going to get you all wet and bloody like that!“ He raised his eyebrows at you in a move that clearly said „and do I look like I care?“ before gently settling you on your feet, wrapping the warmed up towel around your body and placing you on the closed toilet seat. While you were still trying to grasp what had happened, his hands already moved to dry your hair with the second towel.

„I can do it on my own“, you weakly protested, not wanting to appear weak or like Derek had to do everything. However, he just shushed you.

„Let me spoil you, Sweetheart. Makes me feel better after leaving you alone all day while you were in pain.“

„You don’t have to. It wasn’t that bad and I’m old enough to deal with it on my own.“ He stopped rubbing your hair once it was no longer dripping water and ducked down a little to press a kiss against your forehead before gazing into your eyes. His hazel ones soft and full of emotions.

„I know that you can deal with it on your own. You shouldn’t have to, though. And I personally think that it was bad enough, wasn’t it?.“

You bit your lip and nodded in response. How had you been lucky enough to find a man like Derek to call your partner? Never before had one of your partners been this considerate to your needs and that unbothered about the messy parts that sometimes came with having your period.

Once you had been dried up, he carefully helped you to step into your favourite pair of period panties and sweats, before helping you to put on one of his soft and ridiculously large shirts. Once he had sat you down on the toilet again, he grabbed your fuzzy socks from the heating and kneeled in front of you, to gently grab your feet and put them on for you. Gazing down at this ridiculously attractive and attentive man, kneeling in front of you with a pair of brightly coloured socks in his hands, your heart did something complicated. Your hands reached forward of their own volition, gently cupping his face and tugging him upwards to press your lips against his in a loving kiss you hoped conveyed the flood of emotions you were feeling. Warm hands gently squeezed your ankles once the socks were on, before moving to lift you up once again. This time you didn’t protest and simply buried your face against Derek’s shoulder, pressing a kiss against the smooth skin. After having dressed you, he had discarded his own shirt which he had soaked by lifting you out of the tub, and you weren’t going to complain about the feeling of his bare chest against your skin. You also were never going to be complaining about the sight if you were completely truthful.

He placed you on the bed and wrapped the fresh sheets around you, before excusing himself to get something from the kitchen. Only a few minutes later did he come back with a small tray filled to the brim with drinks and snacks as well as pain medications. It had only taken him a few minutes, but when he stepped back into the room, you’d curled up again. Hugging a pillow to your lower stomach in hopes to ease the pain.

He frowned at the display. He absolutely hated to see you in pain. He saw people injured and dying on a regular basis, but those experiences somehow didn’t come close to how he felt now. Setting down the tray on the bedside table, he moved to sit beside you. If he were able to take your pain away, he would do so in an instant. As it was, he could only do so much. One of those things was to gently extract the pillow that you were still clutching and to exchange it for the hot water bottle he had brought.

„Does that feel alright, Babygirl? Not too hot?“

You savoured the warmth that slowly eased the tension that had built back up again. You muttered your thanks while you moved to sit against the headboard of the bed. Derek settled in beside you before moving the tray in between your bodies. Steady hands passed you a cup of your favourite tea, which you gratefully sipped on, only now realising how thirsty you were. Soon your cup was empty and put back onto the tray.

„Do you think you could eat a sandwich, Sweetheart? After not eating anything today it would be better to have something in your stomach before taking the painkillers.“

While you weren’t particularly hungry, you knew that Derek was right. Taking them without food might as well lead to a stomach ache and if there was anything you really didn’t need today, it was even more pain.

You grabbed one of the sandwiches and took a small bite, realizing that Derek had made them the way you preferred. How you loved that man! Sending him a appreciative smile, you quickly finished the sandwich as well as some of the berries and a piece of chocolate he’d assembled.

Once you’d finished, you took some of the pain medication and swallowed them down with another cup of tea while Derek placed the tray on his bedside table. After you had placed your hot water bottle against your lower stomach again, he pulled you into his side. You buried your face against his chest and moved to settle your body in a way that hurt the least. Once you’d stilled, his strong arms wrapped themselves around you protectively, bringing you impossibly closer to his form.

„Thank you, Derek. You’ve really helped with everything that’s been going on today. I really don’t deserve you“, you whispered against his skin, pressing a kiss against it to underline your gratefulness for his help. His warm lips pressed against your temple while one of his hands moved to draw gentle circles on your back and the other one came to rest on you lower back, placed at exactly the spot that bothered you the most.

„Wrong. You do deserve me and it. And you deserve so much more, Babygirl.“ His voice was soft but firm and you gradually relaxed against his body. Slowly lulled into sleep by his steady heartbeat and breathing and the warmth of his body that seeped into yours

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

How about some love 💘 for Derek Morgan and a female plus size!reader. Fluff, angst or kink. Writer's choice.

fem!plus size reader, wc: 470.

cw! angst :/

You were angry, sad, and relieved all at the same time. As Morgan sat on the back of the ambulance, you stormed over to him, the rest of your team knowing that you were about to explode. No one made any attempt to stop you as you snatched off your FBI vest and threw it to the ground, never stopping your determined stride as you approached him.

"Are you fucking insane?" You shouted. You could see Derek close his eyes, his jaw clenching as he let out a sigh. "Did you have a fucking death wish or something?!" The EMT's stepped out of your way so that you could stand right in front of him. "Sweetheart, listen—" You cut him off. "No! You don't get to 'sweetheart listen' me! You almost got yourself killed? What were you thinking you self-sacrificial son of a bitch?" He took one of your hands in his, and even though you were stubborn, you allowed him to do so, the limb lying limp in his grip. "You gotta calm down little lady." He said sternly, looking up at you through his bushy eyebrows.

"Calm down? Derek you almost died!" You exclaimed, attempting to snatch your hand from his. He didn't let you, holding you close to him as a way to ground you. "Nuh uh, you don't get to walk away from me. Let's talk about this." The way he remained calm during this whole thing was infuriating, but it also made you want to relax at the same time. "I did what I did because it would save people. I risk my life every day I walk in to the BAU, and you do too." Your eyes began to burn with unshed tears, "But you cut it too close this time, Derek. If you died, what am I supposed to do?" Your voice broke, head falling forward in heartbreak and in shame.

"Hey, hey, mama," He guided you to sit next to him, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you into him, "Don't cry." You buried your face in his neck, your tears wetting the collar of his plain black shirt. "You're my life, Derek," You whispered, "I can't have you disappearing from it as soon as I let you in." He comfortingly rubbed your arm, resting his cheek on your head. "I know babygirl, and I'm sorry." Your body shook against him, letting the grief of his close encounter settle over you. "I should beat your ass." You muttered against his skin. He chuckled. "I damn near thought you were about too."

You leaned up so you could look at him.

"But I'm being serious, Derek Morgan. When I tell you to leave from somewhere, you better go." He caved. "Alright baby, but no promises." You laughed too. "Better than nothing."

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[willowsnook]

Something from season 3a teen wolf with Derek please :)))

Derek Hale x reader (comfort)

You paced back in forth in your living room while anxiously checking your phone for an update every 30 seconds. Your brother, Stiles, had texted you an hour ago saying that shit was going down at Derek's loft. You had wanted to come but he insisted you stayed home where it was safe. Even though you were four years older than him, he still insisted on protecting you. Your thoughts were interrupted by your phone ringing and you quickly pulled it to your ear.

"What's happening?" You demanded.

"It's bad, you better get over here," your brother told you. You quickly hung up before grabbing your jacket and heading out the door. The drive to Derek's was quick mostly due to you speeding. You and the Hale brother had a complicated relationship but were close since you were the oldest in the group. He was constantly irritated at you for putting yourself in danger while you were always irritated at him for being so broody.

You flew up the stairs to his loft and froze in the doorway as you took in the scene in front of you. There was water everywhere and you saw Cora leaning over someone sobbing. Stiles ran over to you and you embraced him in a tight hug before pulling back and looking him over for injuries.

"What happened?" You weakly asked and Stiles somberly explained Kali coming, the electricity, and Derek being forced to kill Boyd. Your heart broke at the last part and your eyes shifted over to him. He was sitting in the water covered in blood staring blankly ahead. As the water started to drain you made your way over to him slowly. You knelt down and put your hand on his shoulder causing his head to snap towards yours. You felt water fill your eyes and you saw how broken he was. You stroked his cheek before standing up, holding a hand out to him.

"Come on," you said and he wordlessly took your hand and got up. You led him through the bedroom into the bathroom before turning the shower on. He just stood there staring at you, not saying anything. You knew he was in shock so you grabbed the bottom of his shirt to lift over his head. Next were his pants and you averted your eyes as he stood naked in front of you. Instead of standing in the shower, his back hit the wall and he slid down into a sitting position. You grabbed a bar of soap and started to wash the blood off of him. You could see tears streaming down his face but you didn't say anything and quietly wiped away your own. Once you had the water off, you handed him a towel and went to lay out a pair of sweats. You walked back in the living room to see Scott and Stiles talking quietly by the door. You gave Scott a quick hug, feeling his grief pour out of him.

"Peter took Boyd away," he told you and you nodded.

"Are you staying here?" Your brother asked.

"Yeah, at least for a little while," you said.

"Call us if you need anything," Scott said and you gave him a weak smile. When you returned to the bedroom you found a no longer naked Derek sitting on the bed with his head in his hands. You climbed behind him and started rubbing his back. He turned around and wrapped his arms around you, his head leaning into your chest as he sobbed. You ran your fingers through his hair while he gripped on to your for dear life. After a while it was quiet and he pulled off of you. His red, puffy eyes looked at you.

"Will you stay?" He asked and you nodded. You moved under the covers with him and laid your head on his chest. His right arm moved around you, landing on your back.

"I killed him," he whispered and your heart broke. You rested your chin on him while meeting his eyes.

"Kali killed him, not you," you told him as another tear slid down his cheek. You wiped it away before snuggling back into him. It was going to be a long time before he returned to normal.

[differenteagletragedy]

The summer after you graduated high school was something you'd always you'd always treasure -- you realized that much even as it was happening. It was the last little period in your life before you'd become a full-fledged adult, the last time you'd be able to have a long holiday without a care in the world.

All too soon, things would change forever. It was daunting to think about.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

You jerked your head around to see Baxter, your new neighbor, giving you a small grin. The two of you were sitting on the beach while Cove, Terri and Miranda were playing nearby in the sand. You must have spaced out.

"I don't think they're exciting enough to pay for," you told him, smiling back.

"Oh, somehow I doubt that."

You rolled your eyes at his suggestive tone, and he laughed. You'd only known him for a few weeks at that point, but you'd been able to tell right off how big of a flirt he was. It was amusing, and you did like being around him, but you didn't see him in any sort of romantic light.

"Hey there, guys and gals!"

You turned around at the sound of the familiar voice and saw the reason you couldn't be more than friends with Baxter -- with anyone -- strolling towards you, big green eyes and sunny smile brightening up the day.

"Derek!" you called out excitedly, standing up and running to meet him.

He let out a chuckle that you felt against your chest as you threw yourself at him. He picked you up in his strong arms, swinging you around before setting you gently back down on the sand.

"Hey," he said softly, an extra greeting just for you.

"I'm so glad you made it," you told him. Your arms were still around his shoulders and his were still around your waist -- it had been a long time since you'd seen each other in person, and you didn't want to let him go anytime soon.

"I meant what I said," he replied, referring to a conversation you'd had right after graduation. "I'm going to be around this summer. You're too important to --"'

Before he could finish his thought, you heard the rest of the gang gather behind you. Terri laughed and threw a friendly punch at Derek's shoulder.

"What about us, are we important too or are you guys just gonna stand up here by yourselves all day?" she joked.

"You're all important," Derek said, letting go of you. He offered a smile towards everyone, and when his eyes met Baxter's, it widened a bit. He held out his hand to him, and Baxter took it, giving him a firm handshake.

"Derek, this is Baxter. Baxter, Derek," Cove said.

With introductions out of the way, you went back to your spot on the beach. Derek, who was wearing swim trunks and had already taken his shirt off, kept moving towards the water while Baxter stopped back at his towel. You were partway between them, desperate to spend time with your old friend but not wanting to abandon your new one.

"Go on," Baxter said quietly when you turned back to look at him. He nodded towards Derek and gave you a wink so quick you almost missed it.

Later, after your group had spent several hours at the beach, you made your way back up the street, and after a quick conversation, you'd all decided to embark on a quest to locate an ice cream truck.

"I'm more than happy to drive," Baxter said, sliding his keys out of his pocket, "but there are six of us and my car only seats five."

"I can drive!" Derek offered quickly, pulling out his own keys.

"Excellent," your new neighbor said, glancing your way. His usual smirk turned a little more devious than normal, and he brought up a hand to stroke his chin in thought. "But how do we select the seating arrangements?"

"I can ride with Derek," Cove said. It wasn't a surprise to anyone there that he'd prefer to be with Derek over Baxter.

"Actually, I was hoping you'd ride with me," Baxter told him. "I'm such a stranger to the area, it would be invaluable to have a local helping me navigate."

Miranda took a moment to eye Baxter, looked to you, then said, "I'm thinking Terri and I should go with you too, Baxter. I'll have to track down a truck on my phone and Terri can help you around the city better than Cove."

"Then it's settled," Baxter said triumphantly. "Cove, Miranda and Terri will ride with me, we can lead the way."

He shot a smug look at you before he began walking over to his car. He was scheming, you could tell that much, but you weren't sure exactly why.

"Looks like that leaves you and me then," Derek said, not looking at all unhappy with the prospect.

He walked briskly over to his own car, jogging to the passenger side so he could open the door for you before you could get it yourself. When you were safely inside, he closed the door behind you, got in himself and the pulled out, following Baxter at a safe distance.

"This is fun," he said, staring ahead at the road. "Baxter seems like a cool guy."

You snorted. That was one way to put it.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

A while later, the six of you were walking down the street you'd found in the suburbs, sharing the frozen treats you'd purchased from the ice cream truck. Miranda and Terri were leading the group, talking about snow cones, and Cove and Derek were a bit behind them, taking the time to catch up.

That left you and Baxter to bring up the rear, and he wasted no time in sharing what was on his mind.

"So," he said, taking a careful bite of his ice cream sandwich. "How long have you been hopelessly in love with Derek?"

You stopped in the street, your mouth hanging open in shock. Sure, you had a massive crush on Derek, but were you really that obvious?

Baxter laughed, grabbing your arm and giving you a tug so you'd start walking again.

"I won't tell a soul if it's meant to be a secret," he assured you. "But for what it's worth, he loves you back."

"What are you talking about?" you hissed, pointedly looking forward at Derek, who wasn't all that far ahead of you. As if to prove your point, he turned back after feeling your eyes on him and smiled at you. You thought you noticed a faint blush creep on his cheeks before he turned back to Cove.

"We're friends," you told Baxter, settling down a bit but still keeping your voice as low as possible.

"Last I checked, friends don't look at friends the way he looked at you when you took a bite of his popsicle."'

"Baxter."

He was still smirking, but his expression turned sincere.

"Look, I apologize if I'm making you uncomfortable," he said. "It's not my intention, though I can't deny it is fun. I'm merely pointing out that you clearly have feelings for him, and he does for you as well. Even as an outsider, that much is obvious."

You thought about what he said, even when the conversation changed topics. The six of you ended up by someone's curb, finishing up your snacks and chatting, and when the sprinklers came on in the yard you were standing in front of, you all played in them like you were little kids again.

After the water was finally turned off, all of you were drenched to the bone and breathless. You were standing by Derek, and when he noticed you'd started shivering from the cold, he darted to his car. When he came back, he had a couple of towels and a hoodie.

"Thanks," you told him, taking the towel he offered. You dried off, getting as dry as you could, and when you were done he handed you the shirt.

"What?" you asked.

"Here, put it on," he answered, holding the hoodie out closer to you.

"No, you can have it."

"I'm not cold," he laughed, and when you took a closer look at him, you saw it was true. He looked comfortable. And judging by the way he all but pushed the article of clothing into your arms, he really wanted you to be comfortable too.

You finally thanked him and pulled the hoodie over your head, trying not to get too lost in how much it smelled like him. When you poked your head through the neck hole, you smiled at him.

He was already smiling back.

[cas-kingdom]

DEREK MORGANNNN please love?? With Spencer's sister <3 maybe they go on a run together and he has to motivate her <3

“If you don’t pick up the pace real soon I’m gonna have to leave you behind.”

You, sweating under the morning sun, were beginning to think you should have gone with Spencer and Penelope to the renaissance fair. True, dressing as the lost princess of Amandor in boots and a corset wasn't exactly your vibe, but surely anything was better than this.

You should have at least rethought Derek's offer of having you over at his for the weekend. It'll be great fun, he'd said, we can go bowling and eat good food.

You failed to see how rising with the sun to go on a morning run could be considered fun. You'd been out for ten minutes and already your shirt was sticking to your back.

As if in protest, though really it was out of absolute life or death necessity, you stopped. You bent over and put your hands on your knees, shutting your eyes against the heat. You didn't even want to look up and see Derek in all his athletic glory, not even breaking a sweat as he ran like he did it for a living...which was dangerously close to being true, now that you thought about it.

Heaving a deep breath, you peered up at him. He was wandering over to you, a grin on his face.

"That's not very nice," you said breathlessly.

Derek stopped in front of you and put his hands on his hips. A brow arched, he shook his head. “What’s not very nice is you agreeing to come on a run with me this morning and lagging behind the entire time.”

“Hey, I agreed to this run when I was tipsy. I conceded under duress.”

Derek chuckled. “Whatever you wanna call it. Hey, what do you think’s gonna happen when you join the team? You're out on the field and the bad guy’s running off, huh? Wave a hand and send someone else to do it for you? Nuh-uh, not Y/N Reid. Y/N Reid is better than that. Y/N Reid’s gonna get her ass in gear else I’ll toss her in that lake right over there before she can even tighten her shoelaces.”

So nonchalant. You straightened, eyes momentarily flicking to the lake you'd been run...promenading beside. You'd have said he wouldn't dare, but he most definitely would.

“That’s mean," you said. "Really mean. I’m telling Hotch on you." You shook your body out, mentally preparing yourself for hell, and started jogging. "Seriously," you called over your shoulder, "as soon as we get back.”

“Ass in gear, princess, ass in gear." You squawked when Derek's fingers tasered your side as he passed. "Pick up the pace, let’s go, let’s go, let’s go!"

You threw your head back and groaned but followed after him all the same. Next time, you were dressing up as the lost princess of Amandor.

Criminal Minds Masterpost

[rawritzrobin]

PDA

Characters: Derek Hale, Stilinski!Twin, Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski

Pairings: Derek Hale x Stilinski!Twin Reader

Summary: You and Derek make your first appearance as a couple.

Series Masterlist

Warnings: None! Just fluffy fluff.

A/N: Thank you so much for getting Secrets Out to 1k notes!! I still can’t believe it!!! :’) Here is the sequel I have been working on for a bit. Enjoy!!!!

“Are you sure you’re ready to go back to school?” Stiles asked. You could hear the worry in his voice. He leaned against your bedroom doorway and watched you finish up your morning routine.

“Yes! I feel like I’ve been on bed rest for years. I’m ready to leave the ‘safest place for you’.” You quoted the word safety because it was the word your dad kept using to describe your house. You winced as you tugged on your sweater. Your wounds were mostly all healed, but you were still a bit sore.

“Okay. But if you feel like you need to take a half day, just let me know and you can take the car home. I’ll ride with Scott.” Stiles grabbed your backpack and books before you could reach for them. “But take it easy.”

You rolled your eyes. Typical Stiles and his overprotectiveness.

“Now hurry up. He’s been waiting.”

You tilted your head in confusion. “Is Scott taking us today?”

“No you nimrod. Your dog toy has been waiting downstairs in his car for 10 minutes now.” Stiles said, matter of fact. He took your stuff and headed down the stairs. You turned around to look out the window. To your surprise, you saw a familiar black car in your driveway. You smirked and headed down stairs as fast as you could.

Stiles was waiting by the door with your stuff. You could tell he was waiting to say something to you.

“Is this the part where you tell me to wear protection?” You asked, bending down to put on your shoes.

Stiles shivered in disgust. “Ew no. I was just going to say be careful okay?”

You looked up at him. He was watching you sadly. You knew these past couple of months had been hard on him. You could tell just by his facial expressions, that he felt like he was losing you to Derek.

You stepped forward and wrapped your arms around him in a tight hug. It took a second, but he hugged you back.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I wasn’t sure how you would react. You know, werewolf and all.”

You pulled away and looked up at him guilty. He scoffed.

“He already got the talk. Just wait till dad finds out.”

Your eyes widened at that thought. “Maybe in 30 years when dad can no longer shoot a gun.”

Stiles laughed and opened the door for you to reveal Derek leaning against the wall with his hands in his pockets. His mood lightened when he saw you were up and standing.

“Hey.” He said, acting as if he wasn’t in your room late last night. That part you still kept from Stiles.

“Hey yourself.” You said as you took a few steps forward to give him a hug. You pulled away slightly to press a soft kiss onto his lips.

“Hey, hey. What did I say about the PDA? Not in front of me please.” Stiles said, turning away and reaching his arms out to hand Derek your books and backpack.

“Sorry,'' You said with a laugh. Derek took your stuff and thanked Stiles. He had one arm around your waist, just in case. Stiles watched you two as Derek pulled out of the driveway. You gave him a quick wave before you lost sight of him.

“I can’t believe you’re taking this so well.” Scotts voice came from the yard.

“And I can’t believe you never told me.” He said, turning to give Scott an annoyed look.

Scott shrugged. “Not my place. Ready?”

“Yeah. Let’s go.” Stiles said, closing the door behind him and making his way to the Jeep.

***********

“How are you feeling?” Derek asked. His expression was relatively calm. He was getting better at hiding his worry.

“I’m okay. Did you tell Stiles you were going to pick me up?” You asked, curious.

He nodded. “Well, we kinda got outed. So I didn’t see any harm in taking my girlfriend to school on her first day back.” He took your hand in his right hand, one hand still on the wheel.

You blushed. It was weird now that everyone knew. Well, mostly everyone. Your dad was certainly never going to find out in this lifetime.

“Are you sure you’re ready to go back this early? You can always spend another week resting in bed.”

You rolled your eyes. Stiles and Derek were very similar. They just didn’t know it. “I’m fine Der. I just need to get out of that house. Interact with someone other than my dad, brother and you.”

He looked at you with a raised eyebrow. “Not that I don’t want to hang out with you. It’s just, I miss everyone else. Danny, Allison, and dare I say it, I even miss some of Coach’s yelling.”

Derek chuckled and squeezed your hand. Before you knew it you were in the parking lot at school. You turned to open your door and was about to turn around to give Derek a goodbye kiss, but he was already outside, opening the door for you.

“What are you doing?” You asked, as he helped you out of the car. Derek merely smiled and pressed a kiss onto your head and pulled you closer to him.

“What? I’m walking my lovely girlfriend to school. Parking lots can be dangerous, you know.” He grabbed your stuff with one arm, and swung his other arm around your shoulder. You giggled and blushed as you watched all the eyes that were currently on you. Derek was well known among your classmates, especially the girls. But no one ever knew he was taken.

Until today.

You could see a few jealous looks come your way. Whispers surrounded you two. You internally groaned as you knew the pack would make a big deal out of this.

“I see you two have finally come out.” Lydia said and she stepped easily into motion with you two.

You blushed harder and buried your face in Derek’s shoulder. You didn’t realize how much this was going to affect your life. Not only at home, but at school too.

“See you inside.” She said with a smirk as she skipped through the front doors.

Derek stopped and handed you your stuff. “Text me if you aren’t feeling too good okay? I’ll be around. Don’t push yourself.” You nodded and looked up at him. He pressed a kiss to your head, but you tiptoed and pressed a very passionate, but still PG kiss onto his lips. He smiled brightly as you pulled away. You were aware there were many eyes on you two, but you didn’t care.

“Thanks Der. I’ll be okay.” He smiled, and stole one kiss before making his way back to his car. You walked up the stairs and turned around to wave, before making your way to your locker. You could hear the whispers around you as you were putting your books away.

“Talk of the town, huh Y/N.” Lydia said and she stepped next to you with Allison. You blushed and tried to hide inside your locker.

“Can we talk about anything else besides my little sister’s love life today?” Stiles said annoyingly trying to push his way past your friends to get to his locker.

Lydia merely rolled her eyes at him. Allison smiled at you, knowing how good it must have felt to finally be able to show the world that you were happy. You finished grabbing what you needed from your locker, and started to walk to class.

You felt a pair of arms around your shoulders as soon as you turned a corner.

“So does that mean he’s not your cousin?” Danny asked, confused.

You looked at Danny with wide eyes, then back at your brother. “Stiles!” You said, as Stiles turned around and spirited away.

A/N: Well, this was the last story I had planned for my “Firsts” series. Nothing currently cooking, so taking requests if you have any. (: