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Both Are Not The Same

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Another one for @twbingo! This time for the prompt Time Travel! I do want to write more for this story, but for now, this is all you get :3

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Keep Your Eyes On Me

Word Count: 1,661 words

Rating: Teen and Up

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Relationship: Greenberg/Derek Hale

Tags: Established Relationship, Kidnapping, Paralysis, Drugged Derek Hale, Worried Derek Hale, Protective Derek Hale, Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Greenberg's Name Is Zac

Summary: When Derek and Zac are kidnapped by Monroe, Derek is desperate to keep Zac safe, no matter the cost.

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Flake

Title: FlakeFandom(s): Teen WolfRelationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale/OMC (brief)Tags: Single Parent Derek, Getting Together,Warnings: No Warnings ApplySummary: Derek just wanted to date someone who didn’t flake on him.Word Count: 6,608Notes: Written for Full Moon Ficlet. For the prompt of Single Parent Fic from the Teen Wolf Bingo 2024.Beta: Grammarly Continue reading Flake

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ok but like maybe stiles stilinski with a spoiled rich reader maybe who has vibes like lydia?¿? maybe w number 21 ?¿? possibly…

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omg, this is literally the longest fic I've ever written for this blog, I really hope you guys enjoy it!

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𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Stiles Stilinski x Fem! Rich! Vampire! Reader

𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, smut, maybe slight angst

𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 6.0K

𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - No one expected you and Stiles to start dating. Come on, a rich vampire posing as a high school student who could’ve been a real life Cullen? Fuck no. But, it happened, and Stiles fucking loves you - and your fangs - probably more than he should, and he wants to try something.

𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - foul language and smut || I was forced to watch twilight and this is what happened I love it || kinda sub stiles || mentions of mates || scent glands || marking || mentions of Wattpad & fanfic || i got WAY too into this shit man- || stiles did research || biting kink || blood kink || multiple rounds || oral || face sitting || cum eating || creampie || unprotected sex ||

“So, tell me again how this happened?” Coach was baffled as you sat in his class, your hand in Stiles’ as the topic interrupted your lesson in your economics class. “Like, the dating part. How the heck did you end up with her, Stilinski?!”

You cleared your throat, raising your hand. “I uhm… we’ve been dating for a while, Coach.”

“Yeah, I know! I just didn’t believe it until I saw Stilinski trying to kiss you when he thought I wasn’t looking! Come on kid, you’re that desperate?!” Bobby groaned, pressing his face into his hands. “Why is it always the nice ones who get with the… the Stiles?”

You laughed. “I don’t know who you’ve talked to, Coach, but I am not nice.”

“Yeah, she’s not!” Scott said, twirling his pencil before you glared at him. “Nice. Sh-She’s not nice.”

“Oh, shut up, McCall! You’re just mad because Stiles likes hanging out more with me than you,” you stuck your tongue out at him, letting out a soft humph as you cross your legs under the desk. “And he’s mad I took his boyfriend too.”

“Y/N, we weren’t-”

“Hush darling, Scott and I are talking,” you say, smiling widely at him as you kiss his nose. “Thank you baby.”

“This isn’t happening,” Coach groaned into his hand before the bell rings, a giggle falling from your lips. “Right? This isn’t happening?”

“Oh it’s happening!” You laughed, standing as Stiles cleared his throat.

“Y/N, baby, I have practice today.” He said, Scott coming behind him and sticking his tongue out at you. “I’m sorry.”

You pouted, pretending to think. “Why don’t you just skip? I’ll buy the school new lacrosse gear.”

“I’m right here!” Coach yelled, but quickly got up. “I would be interested in new lacrosse gear though.”

“Yeah, see? Come on, let’s skip.”

“No! We have the quarter-finals this week, he can’t miss. Y/N, he can’t miss,” Scott turned to you, hoping that he could persuade you with those stupid puppy dog eyes. “Come on.”

“Oh I forgot about that,” coach mumbles, glaring at the wall. “Okay, he’s gotta come, but the school would like new lacrosse gear.”

“Here, how about this,” you say, shaking your head as you fix your skirt. “Stiles goes to practice and I’m on the field.”

Coach scoffed. “On the field? Doing what?”

“I don’t know,” you hummed, leaning on the table as you pulled Stiles closer. He followed obediently as you licked your teeth, humming. “Play lacrosse?”

Scott scoffed. “Play lacrosse?”

You tilted your head, crossing your legs. “What, like it’s hard?”

Coach starts to laugh, nodding. “Okay! Okay, you’ll be on the field! Stiles, lend your girlfriend some clothes, we’re getting new lacrosse gear!”

Coach walked out as you giggle, Stiles staring at your smile and the sharpened canines that he fucking loved to stare at.

Scott starts to walk out, pausing to look back at the two of you. “Stiles, you coming?” 

“I-In a minute, Scott,” he smiled back at his friend before looking at you who positioned yourself on the desk with crossed legs. “I’ll be there.”

He hummed as he walked out, Stiles letting his hands settle on your hips as you parted your legs so he could slot himself between them. “Hey, my darling.”

You giggled, pushing back his hair. “Hey, honey,” you whisper back, smiling as you nuzzle your nose against his with a soft sigh. “Do you… do you think I’m too mean to Scott?”

“You’re not mean,” he says, laughing. “You and him have like… an ancestral rivalry. He’ll get over it.”

You giggle, pulling him closer for another firm kiss, groaning as your tongue pushed into his mouth, your hand pulling his head back by tugging on his hair. He groaned loudly as your tongue circled around his, humming as your head pounded. You could hear his heart beating incredibly fast, his arteries pulsating, and by hell’s name, you could smell the horniness drifting off of his body, along with the smell of dog because of Scott.

Even newly turned, you could still control yourself with Stiles as of yet. You both had had sex a few times, more than a few actually, but that was before you were actually aware of his… human-ness. You were born a vampire, now in your final years of highschool as you aged regularly and your family was kept alive by blood bags supplied by the numerous hospitals your family owned.

Your instincts never got in the way because of how well fed you were, but this was different. You could feel everything; his heart, his arteries, his veins, fuck even his cock pulsating. Your heightened senses caught everything, groaning as you attempted to pull him closer, another loud groan falling from his lips as you pulled him closer, a choke filling your ears making you pull away, your fangs grazing his bottom lip making him hiss.

A shiver runs down your back as he lets out a soft groan, laughing slightly as he licks his lip. “You alright, Y/N?”

You hummed, not really paying attention to his words as you stared at his lip dripping with that delicious coppery liquid, leaning forward to lick against his lip and a loud groan left his mouth as you sucked on his lip, desperate for that taste. It was different though, his blood tasted sweet, unlike blood bags, animals, and even humans for fucks sake.

“Y-Y/N,” he whispered, groaning. “I-It kind of hurts.”

You gasped as you pulled away, staring at his slightly swollen bottom lip as he smiled down at you, pushing back your hair. “I-I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

He shook his head, humming so that you would look at him. “Hey, Y/N, don’t worry about it,” he says, his smile growing as he leaned down and pressed a firm kiss to your lips. “I’ll be a blood bank for you any day.”

You inhale sharply, shaking your head. “Don’t say that. Y-You don’t know how dangerous that is.”

“Why?” He asked, tilting his head. “I know you can control yourself.”

You scoffed, pushing him back. “Did you not see what I just did? If you wouldn’t have said something, I would’ve kept going.”

“But I did say something,” he says, quickly stepping forward and holding your hips again. “Just because I said it hurt-ed, doesn’t mean I didn’t like it.”

You couldn’t help but giggle, shaking your head. “Hurt-ed?”

He hummed, nodding. “Hurted. It’s the past tense.”

You shook your head, laughing. “No it’s not, the past tense is still hurt.”

He rolled his eyes. “Not anymore, it’s hurted now.”

You giggle, shaking your head before sighing. “I’m gonna go write that check, okay? I… I think I’m gonna go home, too.”

His brows ruffled, quickly blocking you from jumping down. “Why?”

“Because it’s not safe for me to be around so many people,” you responded, humming as you quickly went around him. “Come to my house after school? We need to talk.”

He quickly caught your hand, one you could’ve easily avoided, but he shook his head. “Y-You’re not breaking up with me, right?”

You giggled, smiling sadly with a shake of your head. “Just meet me at my house, alright?”

He cleared his throat but nodded, inhaling deeply before slowly pulling you in for a soft kiss. “I love you, Y/N, I love you so much.”

You hummed softly, nodding. “I love you too, my darling.”

He swallowed as you walked out, pulling out your checkbook and writing a number with a lot of zeros on the main line before crossing out the rest, signing and doing the rest of the things before passing by Coach and pressing it to his chest. “Let me know if you need more, alright? I’ll see you tomorrow!”

“What? Where are you going?” He yelled out as you waved back at him.

“Have something to do at home! I’ll see you!” You yelled, looking back with a smile. “Good luck, Coach!”

He mumbled something as you walked out, quickly making your way back home and parking outside your secluded mansion that truly could’ve been out of the movie. It didn’t take you long to get up to your room, quickly getting caught by Kirshe, one of the vampire elders that your parents were friends with. “Y/N, are you alright?”

Of course she knew what you were feeling. “O-Oh, I’m fine,” you responded, humming with a slight smile. “Just some… relationship problems.”

She paused, her golden eyes trailing down your body before flashing a bright red. “He doesn’t know he’s your mate, does he?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Not only that, Kirshe.”

She hummed, taking a deep inhale. “And he’s human too, isn’t he?”

You inhaled deeply, nodding. “Taken in by a pack of dogs.”

Kirshe laughed. “Oh, it’s always the best of us, my love. He’s… why are there problems now?”

“I tasted his blood,” you giggled, shaking your head with a scoff. “It’s just like the stories describe it. Addicting, sweet… perfect.”

“Do you want to turn him?” She asked, making you shrug. “Does he want to be turned?”

“I don’t… I don’t know.”

Back at the school, Stiles was going crazy. “Do you think she’s going to break up with me?”

“She would never,” Scott responded, scoffing. “She’s too in love with you.”

“You’re just mad because you thought she was hot,” Stiles grinned, putting on a shirt that hadn’t been near Scott. He knew how much you hated the smell of wolves. “Right?”

“Oh shut up,” Scott scoffed, shaking his head. “Where did she go anyways?”

“Home.” Stiles said, humming. “Why do you ask?”

“Because I can smell how horny you are.”

Stiles laughed, shaking his head. “Yeah, I uhm… we were making out earlier. She was… sucking on my lip after it started bleeding.”

Scott froze, quickly looking at him. “What?”

“You’re overreacting so much,” Stiles said, shrugging. “We’ve had sex before.”

“But she’s never sucked your blood, right?”

Stiles could feel his cheeks heat up, about to say something before Scott groaned loudly. “Dude, the smell got stronger! Holy shit, does that turn you on?!”

“Fuck yeah it does!” Stiles said, thankful the two of them were the only ones in the locker room. “Dude, when we like, get heated, she runs her fangs along my neck, holy shit, it’s so hot.”

“And you want her to suck your blood?” Scott paused, staring at him. “You want her to turn you?”

Stiles paused, staring down at his bag before inhaling deeply. Is this what Bella Swan was feeling when she was with Edward Cullen?

“I want to be with her for the rest of my life,” Stiles said, grabbing his bag before smiling at Scott. “If it’s this one or one hundred, I don’t care. I want her, forever.”

Scott inhaled deeply before sighing, shaking his head with a slight smile. “You’re really in love with her, aren’t you?”

Stiles smiled, all sarcasm gone. “Yeah, I am.”

“What about your dad?” Scott asked the inevitable question, inhaling deeply. “I-I’m not trying to like… ruin anything, but if you get turned… what are you going to do to him?”

Stiles smiled, shrugging. “He’ll be my dad. Always. What he wants to do is up to him.”

After that, he waved goodbye and quickly drove to your house, way over the speed limit to get there faster. As soon as he pulled up, he smiled when he saw you on your balcony, staring at him like you knew he was coming - which you probably did.

He quickly got out, waving up at you as you giggled. Normally your family was there to greet him, but they were obviously gone as he walked inside and up to your room.

He doesn’t knock, mainly because there was no point, slowly walking behind you as you stood on your balcony. His arms go to wrap around your waist, leaning onto your body as he pressed soft kisses to your neck, your hand going to hold his jaw as you exhaled deeply. “How was practice?”

“Good,” he mumbled, shrugging. “Missed you. I changed into something that I hope doesn’t smell like Scott.”

You giggle, nodding. “And it doesn’t, thank you.”

“So uhm…” he whispered, humming against your neck as you moved your hands to settle over his. “What did you want to talk about?”

“Well, you read up on vampires when you met me, right?” You hummed, smiling as he nodded into your neck. “Did you get to the part about mates?”

He paused, his hands tightening around your waist. Did you find your mate? He had read up about them, but never really retained the information because no one ever spoke of them, but obviously for pure blooded vampires like your family, of course they existed.

“I-I… I did,” he whispers, pulling you closer. “There wasn’t much about how it works for bloodborne vampires.”

“Would you like for me to tell you how it works?” You asked, smiling up at him.

“Wh-Why would you tell me if I’m not your mate?” Stiles whispered, slight annoyance in his voice before you started laughing. “What?”

“Stiles, you’re so lucky you’re hot,” you turned in his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck. “You’re my mate.”

He paused, staring down at you blankly. He was your mate? Why?

When you started laughing, he realized he must’ve said it out loud, your hands cupping his face. “Why not? I think it’s fitting, don’t you?”

“Th-That’s not what I meant,” he didn’t mean to stutter, it always happened around you though. He groaned loudly as your fingers dragged down his neck, sparks following your touch as you smiled up at him. “I meant like… how are we mates?”

You paused, pursing your lips. “Kirshe said mates are decided by the gods where in past lives their love ‘changed the fate of the world’,” you mumbled, inhaling deeply as you stroked his hair. “Do you think we could’ve changed the fate of the world, Stiles? In our past lives?”

He inhaled deeply, nodding as he leaned his forehead down against yours. “I know we could’ve,” he whispered back, pressing his lips softly against yours. “Because I love you more than anything else in the world.”

You smiled widely, letting out a loud laugh as he picked you up and turned the both of you around to go back into your bedroom. He slowly laid you in the bed, crawling over your body and laying down next to you to pull you into his chest. You sighed heavily against his chest, stroking his shirt before pulling it down slightly to see his exposed skin. You could hear his heart beating, his valves and ventricles pumping, his lungs inhaling and exhaling, his diaphragm expanding and deflating - fuck, at this point, you hated that he was human at this point.

“Y/N?”

You hummed, looking up at him as your fingers trail over his exposed collarbone. “Yes, my love?”

“I-I was wondering… if you could uhm… turn me. Like, actually turn me… into a vampire like you,” Stiles said as you started to sit up, staring at your face pinched up as you inhaled and exhaled deeply. “Y/N? What’s wrong?”

“Stiles, why do you want to be a vampire?” You asked, staring at him like he was crazy. “You would watch the people you love die over and over again. You have the choice to grow old and-”

“And what about you?” He whispered, taking your hand in his. Besides his dad and Scott, you were the only person alive right now that he cared for, especially after he was impacted by Void. You stuck with him even after that, how could he let you go now? “You would watch me grow old and wait for me to be born again? Huh?”

“That’s not what I meant, Stiles-”

“I want to be with you,” the brunette filled in, staring at you with those whiskey colored eyes. “For the rest of my life, and I want it to be where you don’t have to watch me die in the end. I want to spend… the rest of my life young with you.”

“But in turning you, I’d watch you die too,” you whispered, inhaling deeply as your eyes watered. You had thought about this before, turning him, but then you thought about what he would go through. You were the first bloodborne vampire ever recorded, because of course the Court took note of every vampire turned, but you were the first one born of two Elders who didn’t think they could get pregnant. You knew what vampires went through when they’re turned, but what would Stiles go through? Turned by a bloodborne who was their mate? “You have to die to become a vampire, Stiles. I would have to kill you.”

“Then kill me.” He sat up, holding your face in his hands as he smiled at you. “I’ve died before, what's another time?”

“Not like this, Stiles,” you whisper, gasping as he wiped the tears from falling down your cheeks, leaning forward to kiss against your skin. “The turning of a mate isn’t something that just happens. It takes days, months, rituals, I have to mark you, we have to be married for fucks sake-!”

You couldn’t finish, gasping as he pressed his lips to yours, pulling you into his lap with a loud groan. “Well then mark me. That’s the start, right?”

You gaped at him, his stupid smile as he stared at you. “You know that means I have to bite you, right?”

“Yeah, it’s like those werewolf stories on Wattpad.”

“You were on Wattpad?”

“It was a dare, moving along. Does it like stay a bite mark or does it like turn into a tattoo?”

“I don’t know, a bloodborne has never marked anyone before,” you say, but your eyes narrow at him. “The hell are you reading where it turns into a tattoo?”

“I don’t know, it turns into their initials,” he shrugged, but paused. “Do I get to mark you too?”

“You want to mark me?” You say, smiling with a slight bounce making him hold back a grunt. “You can mark me right now.”

He smirked, staring at you as you slipped off your shirt to expose your shoulder. “Didn’t you say there’s a process?”

“Not for marking,” you respond, but pause. “But if you mark me, we have to get married soon, because I have to turn you in the span of a few months. Or maybe not because I'm bloodborne, so it could be different.”

“What if I don’t get turned?”

“You turn into a lust crazed monster until I do turn you, but it’s more lethal because since you’re so obsessed with sex, your mind doesn’t process the turn until your body is on fire. Well, it feels like it’s on fire.”

He pursed his lips. “So for the rest of eternity we’re just going to be a rich family hidden in the woods? Like the Cullens?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “You’re just gonna ignore the fact that you’ll turn into a lust crazed monster?”

He grinned. “Well, who am I lusting for? You, right?”

“Well yeah, you have my blood in your veins, so of course you lust after me.”

“I see no problem in that.” He responds, ignoring the fact that his body might not register the turn.

You laughed, shaking your head as you pulled his hands to your back to unclasp your bra. “Well, you want to get this mating thing started, don’t you?” Your fingers move to trail down his chest after he unclasped your bra, your skin cold to the touch until his warm hands flattened against your back. “When you first bite, it’ll taste odd until that zing runs up your back. Then, I’ll tell you when to stop, alright? As soon as you stop, your mind might get kind of hazy and you’ll probably be really horny, alright?”

He laughed. “More horny than I am now? Impossible.”

You couldn’t help but giggle, tugging on the hem of his shirt to pull it off. Immediately, he pulls away and raises his arms for you to take off his shirt, your eyes staring at his mole covered chest. You inhale shakily as you finally meet his eyes, your hands pressed against his warm chest as he pushed his face into your neck, pressing firm kisses to your neck as you pulled him closer before kissing his ear. 

“Are you sure you want this, Stiles?” You whisper, holding his face as you pull away. “It doesn’t have to happen now.”

He smiled up at you, shaking his head as he continued to press kisses to your neck, his teeth grazing your skin. “For the rest of eternity, remember?”

You smile, inhaling deeply as his tongue flattened against your neck making you lean your head to the side.

“Where do I bite?”

“Anywhere,” you mumbled, your mind hazy as you inhaled the smell that was so uniquely him, whiskey and mountain air combined with pine that made you walk straight toward him when you moved to town. “Anywhere you want.”

He pauses, pulling away to tilt his head up at you. “So it doesn’t have to be on your neck like in the stories?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Of course not. Anywhere you bite, like you said, it turns into initials surrounded by a slight imprint of your bite.” 

He pauses, letting his eyes trail over your bare torso as he slowly moves so that you were actually seated in his lap. “Can I do it…” he lets his eyes trail over your skin, humming as he pressed a soft kiss to the space of skin a little lower to where the end of your clavicle was. “Here?”

“Why there?”

“Because,” he whispered, his eyes almost darkening as he let his tongue flatten against your skin, getting it wet with his spit as you groaned, tilting your head back. Your hips automatically roll into his, a loud groan falling from his mouth as he pulls away for a minute. “You gotta show it off, don’t you? Gets you to wear those low cut shirts I fuckin’ love.”

You gasped as his teeth finally sunk into your skin, your body basically on fire as he groaned against your skin. Like you said, it tasted weird at first, coppery and tangy until it flooded his mouth, the smell of the perfume you wore that he learned wasn’t actually perfume shifting into taste instead of the layers of smell you always smelled like. It was sweet and fruity, like strawberries and cherries with sweet cream and that white angel cake, tangy from the berries and sweet from the pastries.

Fuck, it tasted so good. His teeth were deep in your skin, the only cooling part of your body where his teeth sank and drew blood, his hot body making yours feel even hotter.

You could feel your mind get hazy, your eyes rolling back as he tried to suck harder, a loud groan falling from his lips as his hands pawed at your ass, your hips rutting into his almost automatically before you tugged on his hair. “St-Sti, not too much, you could get sick.”

He basically whined, only pulling away by the tug of his hair before licking over the bite mark left on your skin. He panted, watching it as though it would change into the black tattoo-ink like color he was truly expecting it to turn in an instant.

You giggled, quickly catching his jaw before pulling him up to look at you. “It’s not going to happen until I mark you first, my love.”

He stared up at you, eyes a dark chocolate color, lips slightly stained and his tongue tinted a darker red. “Oh.”

You giggle, leaning down to press firm kisses to his skin, never stopping your firm thrusts of your clothed hips against his own, tongue trailing around his skin scattered with moles. “Where do you want it, baby?”

“Where everyone can see,” his hands were shaking from excitement, the taste of your blood sending electricity through his body, tongue flattening against your shoulder and holding back the urge to sink his teeth in again. “Wherever you want it to be, as long as it’s on show.”

“So…” you whisper, letting your tongue trail down the side of his jaw, pushing against the moles under his ear. “Like, here? Or… lower?”

“A-A little lower, please,” he whispered, words breathy as he focused on your hips rolling into his, hard and your hot cunt sliding against his hard cock. He could feel your wetness through your shorts and his jeans, hissing as you leaned forward and kept your hips there, releasing your weight just a bit to keep his cock slotted between your folds. “Fuck, please.”

You hummed, your tongue flattening on the pulse filling your ears until going to the side of his neck. “Here?”

“Mhm,” he merely hummed, nodding into your neck as his hands shakily grabbed your hips. “D-Don’t stop your moving hips, please.”

You giggle, your eyesight basically blurring as you stare at his neck, that one mole catching your eye before you inhaled deeply and felt your canines extend, a comical shing filling the room as you sunk your teeth into his skin. You could barely focus on his cock rubbing against your clothed cunt, one of his hands slipping in between you both to tug your shorts and underwear to the side, pushing his fingers into your leaking cunt and his fingers thrusting into your cunt. You were so tight, so so tight and wet, two of his fingers easily pushing into you and rolling his fingers inside of you.

You were so distracted with the taste of his blood, pushing in and out, in and out, but it was nothing compared to how good he tasted. He tasted like caramel, underlying with nutty butterscotch and whiskey, maybe a slight bit of salt that balanced everything out. You groaned loudly, eyes flying open as he pulled his finger out, the sound of him unbuttoning his pants and unzipping them to pull his cock out of his boxers and push his tip into you making you moan loudly against his skin.

Oh it was almost as though you couldn’t stop, your head pounding as you felt his veins pumping and heart beating, a soft gasp making you pull away, cursing. Was it too much? Did you take too much from him?

“Why did you stop?” He whispered, staring up at you with hazy eyes. “I liked it. I-I loved it. It felt like lightning-”

“Stiles.”

“L-Like lightning was traveling down my spine and filling my veins-”

“Stiles.”

He paused, staring up at you as you looked down at your skin, smiling when you saw the initials MS surrounded by the faded gray bite mark. “Mieczysław. Fuck, I love that name, I love your name.”

“I love you,” he whispers back, smiling as you giggled down at him, his face pressing against your skin before kissing his initials. “I love you so much.”

You smile as he slowly pushes you onto your back, his eyes a dark chocolate brown as he pulls out just for a minute, pulling off his pants after kicking off his shoes and tugging down your shorts and pretty panties. Your eyes rolled back as he flattened his tongue against your wet slit, flicking his tongue against your puffed up clit before sitting back on his feet and pumping his cock. You could see his cock covered in cum, inhaling deeply as you looked over at his discarded boxers, a splatter of cum making you giggle.

“I made you cum in your pants, Mieczysław?”

He groaned as he pushed back into you, staring at the creamy ring he started to leave around your entrance that kept sucking him farther and farther into you. He groaned, his mind fully attentive to your cunt basically swallowing his length, whimpers and squirming finally starting when he left the last few inches. His eyes flickered up to your face, a groan falling from his lips as he saw his initials on your skin, your face pinched in pleasure and eyes rolling back as he thrusted into you sharply to watch that creamy ring settle on his base and your hands flying to his forearms.

“Fuck, fuck Stiles!”

He shook his head, holding your hips with a grunt. “No baby, call me by my real name,” he said, cursing softly as he started to thrust his hips, watching your body bounce with each thrust, your tits moving and his eyes trained on the mark he made. You were right, he was so fucking addicted to the feeling of you around his cock, more lightning traveling up his spine as your nails dug into his forearm, blood making your eyes flash red. “You always say it so fucking nice.”

He watched you groan loudly, moving so his chest pressed against yours and moving his arms to support him. He watched your mouth move to his forearms, your tongue flattening against his skin and licking up all of the blood, his mouth moving to your head to press kisses against your hair, groans falling from his mouth with each thrust before you moved to stare up at him, pulling him down to kiss him, that same coppery tang disappearing and fading into the same whiskey flavor you had been addicted to.

“Mieczysław,” you whispered, gasping as his thrusts got faster, whining as his hand pushed down to circle against your clit torturously before his other hand gripped your thigh, digging his nails so deep into your skin he drew blood. “F-Fuck!”

He groaned as he pushed his fingertips against your skin, covering them with that crimson liquid before pushing them into his mouth and slamming into you one last time to cum inside of you, the gushing of his cum making you cum from the almost inflation like feeling. It didn’t take you long to push him over, though, staring at his already healed forearm. You smiled as you began to roll your hips, desperate as his tip kissed your cervix, pushing deeper and deeper at this new angle as you moaned loudly, holding his chest and staring down at the mark with your own initials on his skin.

It fueled your movements, staring down at the cum smearing along his pelvis, whimpering as you bounced on his length. “Please, please, fuck!”

“You need my help, don’t you?” He teased, lifting his hips to roll into you at the same time you pushed down, your eyes rolling back as he pushed even deeper inside of you - something you truly didn’t think could happen. “Right?”

“Yes! Yes, yes!” You pleaded, gasping as he forced his hips up into you, thrusting over and over again at the same speed you were bouncing on his cock with even more force than you could ever imagine. You were so lost in pleasure, his warm hands holding your hips as you tried to stay sitting up, your body finally registering the fresh human blood in your veins. It had been a while since you had anything other than bagged blood or animal blood, and as a result, your high was gone and inevitably coming down until he slammed his hips up into you, your eyes rolling back as the knot in your stomach snapped and a loud moan of his name - his real name - left your mouth.

He groaned underneath you, his cum gushing out of your cunt as you slowly got off, staring at his still hard cock. You giggle, smiling as you pumped his cock and licked the cum sliding down his shaft, groaning as he bucked his hips up into your mouth. You kept it in your mouth, moaning loudly as you bobbed your head, pumping what you couldn’t fit in your mouth and staring at his face.

You didn’t register his human features, not anymore, his blood pumping and his lungs filling with air or exhaling air, only the fact that the cum on his cock tasted so fucking delicious and your fingers cupping and squeezing his balls which made his hips buck and you pull back to feel his cum flood your mouth. You groaned, sucking on his pretty tip and your hand fisting his cock, swallowing the salty liquid before pulling away.

Your mind was full of lust as you slowly crawled up his body, his hands immediately catching your hips as you hovered over his face. His eyes were hazy with lust as you grinned down at him. "You're such a good boy, honey. I think you deserve a treat."

He groaned loudly as you slowly released your weight, holding the sides of his head as his hands hold your thighs, your hips rolling into his mouth as his tongue pushed into your cunt, basically pulling all of the cum from your pussy, your eyes rolling back as one of his hands pushed between your thighs and straight into your cunt.

His flexing fingers guided the rolls of your hips, moans falling from your lips as you attempted to cover your mouth before a finger pressed to your clit and his teeth grazed your pussy. You whined loudly, your stomach twisting as you attempted to chase that high, his fingers pushing into you to press against that place that made your stomach go tight and your eyes roll back, curses falling from your lips. “Fuck, fuck, fuck Mieczysław!”

He hummed against your cunt, the vibrations making you shiver as he slowly lifted you from his face and push you down so you sat on his cock. He slowly pushed into you, a shiver going down your back as he held your face, pulling you up for a firm kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you, Mieczysław,” you whisper back, smiling as his lips quirked up into a smile of his own, sighing heavily. “Do you feel okay?”

“Yeah, I feel great,” he smiled, shrugging. “Really horny.”

You laughed, nodding. “We can keep going,” you whisper, smiling as you lay against his warm chest. “Just… let me lay here in your warmth for a minute.”

“Will you miss it?” He whispers, stroking your cheek as he stares down at you. “M-My warmth.”

You inhale deeply, nodding as your hand rubbed against his chest where his heart was, the beating already slowing down. “Yeah, I will,” you shrug though, giggling. “But we’re the first of our kind, my love. I’m hoping you’ll keep it.”

“Then I do too.”

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[1jet2unknown]

First item to cross off my Sterek Christmas Bingo Card (I'm super late, I know~!!!)

Prompt: "Cookies"

It's a rather quick drawing, too... But I'm in the middle of packing as I'm flying home for Christmas. BUT I'll take my smaller drawing tablet with me to hopefully get some more items crossed off over the holidays :)

[sterekbros]

ornaments and traditions by Winchesterek

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Sheriff Stilinski (Teen Wolf) Additional Tags: Established Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Mates Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Fluff, Christmas Tree, Christmas Decorations, sterekfest winter 2023, Derek Hale Deserves Nice Things, Stiles Stilinski is a Nice Thing, Derek Hale is a Softie, Derek Hale Loves Stiles Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski Loves Derek Hale, Future Fic, Deputy Derek Hale For: @sterekbingo square (Christmas) ornaments, @sterekweekly dinosaurs, @sterekfests 'it's beginning to look a lot like Christmas', and @seasonaldelightsbingo winter square ornaments Summary:

“You’re looking mighty sexy today, Deputy Hale.” Stiles chuckled, even as Derek rested his arm on the door frame above Stiles’ head and leaned in to kiss him. It was so hot that Stiles felt like if he were ice, he’d be a puddle on the floor.

A gust of wind made Stiles shiver, shaking the few remaining leaves from the trees around him to the ground and blew them under his feet. He walked quickly, pulling his coat tighter and tucking his face into the collar. He didn't think he’d ever get used to the weather changes, especially because he lived in California.

People thought it never snowed here, but it did. And he hated it. Every year. At least, he hated when he couldn't be inside warm with his mate by the fire.

His ears were cold, even with the beanie on his head. He really needed to invest in earmuffs with how quickly those things flew off the shelf as soon as it dropped below sixty. He’d be a millionaire by now. The same goes for gloves. Because every year, sure enough, he always lost his gloves.

It never failed.

Which was why he didn't have gloves on right now.

He shoved his hands into his coat pockets and grumbled under his breath at the puddles in the street. How dare it be cold enough to freeze, but warm enough for it to melt before it became ice again. He really hoped they would be able to pick out a tree at the lot today.

Stiles reached out to grab the door handle and pulled it open, the bell jingling above his head as he entered the police station.

“Hey, kid,” his dad said, looking up from where he was looking at some files at the front desk.

“Erica go home early?” Stiles asked, shaking the snow from his beanie as he took it off. It wasn't snowing too hard yet, but it was enough to make the walk terrible to visit his dad.

“Yeah, she said she had to finish up some work for school so she went home early. It’s almost winter break and I hear there are finals soon,” his dad replied, closing the file. “Derek’s in his office.”

“Thanks, Dad.” He clapped his dad on the shoulder and headed off toward Derek’s office.

When he reached the door, it was already opened and he smiled, leaning on the frame as he looked his mate over. “Hey.”

Derek looked up, a smile spreading across his lips. When it reached his eyes, it made Stiles’ heart melt. He loved the little wrinkles at the corners of Derek’s eyes when he smiled. It meant that Derek was genuinely happy, and he deserved all the happiness in the world.

“Hey,” Derek replied, standing and rounding the desk.

“You’re looking mighty sexy today, Deputy Hale.” Stiles chuckled, even as Derek rested his arm on the door frame above Stiles’ head and leaned in to kiss him. It was so hot that Stiles felt like if he were ice, he’d be a puddle on the floor.

It sent tingles through his entire body as he smiled into the kiss and wrapped his arms around Derek, kissing him back. “Whew. If those get any better I might be arrested for public indecency.”

“Ha-ha. Don't get any ideas,” Derek replied with a chuckle, giving Stiles another peck and then wrapping an arm around him. “Cold out?”

“Yeah, it’s getting a little chilly. The ice melted but it’s getting cold again so I’m sure it’ll be freezing tonight. And that’s if we don't get snow again on top of what’s already on the ground.” Stiles sighed, conveying just exactly how he felt when they were not quite in winter weather yet and stuck in the middle. It was a strange place of being freezing and unhappy there was no snow. Ice just wasn't as fun.

“Well, if you’re not up to going to the Christmas tree lot—”

“I didn't say that,” Stiles said quickly. “The plan for today is to get the Christmas tree and then we’re going to be decorating late into the night.”

Derek laughed. “Such a tradition,” he teased and then gave Stiles a gentle kiss. “Let me get my coat and then we can go.”

“Perfect.” Stiles’ favorite tradition was picking out their Christmas tree and decorating it.

It didn't take them long to get Derek’s things together, say goodbye to his dad, and make it to the Christmas tree lot before they closed for the night.

Stiles looked between the trees as they walked through the array of greenery. There were different species of trees, which Stiles never really understood. A Christmas tree was a Christmas tree, right? But they’d always gotten a Douglas Fir since he was a kid. So it was just the tree that Stiles always bought.

They loaded the tree onto Stiles’ Jeep, which Derek often took to work during Winter, and headed home. When they got there, Stiles was giddy with the idea of finally getting their tree set up.

Derek unloaded the tree and placed it in the living room while Stiles got the ornaments from the attic. When Stiles returned, he set the box down on the coffee table.

“We really should buy some new ornaments,” Derek replied, opening the lid and looking in.

“We can, but what we have is perfectly fine. Plus, I’ve been using most of these since I was a kid.” Stiles grinned and fished out an ornament, showing it to Derek. It was an ornament of a dinosaur. A raptor. Stiles’ favorite.

Derek laughed. “Well,” he pulled out a little wolf and fox. “We’ve been adding over the years…I thought it just might be nice to add some more this year. Maybe some gold and red glass ornaments?”

Stiles put the raptor onto the tree, then took the wolf and fox Derek handed him, placing them next to each other. “Sure… and maybe in a few years, we can buy a baby wolf ornament.”

He smiled softly as he glanced at Derek, then his gaze returned to the tree. Derek’s arms wrapped around Stiles from behind and held him close. “Maybe…if we’re lucky enough. But if we don't, you know that you’re all that I ever need, right?”

“I know,” Stiles whispered, his hand trailing along Derek’s arm. “Kinda the whole point of mates.”

Derek chuckled and kissed Stiles’ neck. “Well, I’m glad we have forever.”

“Me too.”

And tonight, they wouldn't be sleeping anytime soon because Stiles wouldn't rest until their tree was decorated.

It was the kind of thing only someone who loved him would entertain.

Stiles leaned back against Derek, turning his face to brush his nose against Derek’s cheek. “I love you, Derek Hale.”

“I love you too, Stiles. More than anything.”

It was the kind of love that Stiles knew would survive anything. That people wrote sonnets about. A love that would last forever, even long after they were dust.

“Let’s finish the tree.” Stiles pecked Derek’s cheek and drew away from him.

“You got it. But then, sleep.” Derek sorted through the box of ornaments.

Yeah, they’d be okay. Even if they only had each other for their next forever.

It was more than enough.

It was everything.

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[eevylynn]

You're Good

Sterek || E || Friends to Lovers || 7k wc

“I’m comfortable with my life,” Stiles told Lydia, and he was. He had a job he loved, his pack was safe, and he got to see them regularly. Yeah, there was one thing he would like to change, but there's only so much he can do to change that one thing. Stiles was pretty sure that dating other people wouldn’t help. Or Stiles agrees to let Lydia set him up on a blind date, not realizing who exactly she had in mind.

AN: I realized I never made a full on tumblr post with this..oops!

This was written For L_Grae with the prompts: ~Mutual pining with meddling from the pack. ~Future fic, blind date set up by certain packmates, not realizing Sterek has a FWB agreement already.

Unfortunately, I can't quite write friends with benefits (I gave it a valiant effort, but my brain just couldn't get it right), so I merged the prompts together.

Sterek Valentine's Bingo 2024: Candle

~*~*~*~

Locking the office up with a whistle, Stiles tossed his keys in the air before catching them and shoving them in his back pocket before he turned to walk down the street to the combination coffee and bar that sat a block or so away from his office. He mentally patted himself on the back for that smooth move before abruptly tripping on nothing. Stiles looked around quickly. No one saw that.

That was the one good thing about it getting dark before Stiles even leaves the office at this time. The whole shorter days thing that came with winter coming AND Daylight Savings Time ending at the same time does get somewhat depressing at times, but it’s not like Stiles has never gone around town at night before.

Back in high school, nights were the only times that Stiles could really investigate supernatural happenings what with needing to actually go to school. He always did love a good puzzle to investigate and even contemplated  joining the FBI. However, after botching up his own internship with the FBI, Stiles ended up going to college at Beacon Hills Community College. While still in school, Stiles started a side hustle as a Supernatural Private Investigator, and, upon graduation, he was able to devote his time to his growing business, even opening an office in the slowly reemerging downtown area of Beacon Hills.

Thanks to the combined efforts of the local Beacon County packs, the Nemeton was growing healthily again, bringing positive energies with it, something even the everyday humans could feel. Because of this, more people, both supernatural and human, were moving to town and slowly building up the local economy.

Just the short walk between Stiles’ office and Lunar Lounge, his favorite bar and coffee shop, included a boutique one of Stiles’ old classmates opened, a vegan smoothie shop, owned by a nice family of elves that just moved here a few years back, and a greenhouse bookstore whose owners were always more than happy to provide Stiles with any herbs he needed for potions work after he helped them with a pixie infestation that took residence in one of their personal gardens at their house.

The Lunar Lounge was where many of the Hale pack worked. Open practically 24 hours, it served coffee and breakfast for the morning crowd before transitioning into a pub style bar in the afternoons. In addition to providing human beverages, Lunar Lounge also offered a variety of specialty drinks for the different supernaturals of Beacon Hills, including but not limited to wolfsbane infused homebrews, real bloody marys, and a selection of shimmering, almost ethereal, wines that Peter had procured a vendor for that Stiles was pretty sure was fae, but the wolf refused to confirm or deny that suspicion.

Entering the open double doors, Stiles nodded at Isaac who was behind the bar preparing some fancy pink and yellow monstrosity of a cocktail that was most definitely too sweet for Stiles’ liking.

He crossed the open sea of scuffed wooden tables, dodging a pair of colorful haired women that suddenly blocked his path as they stood up to go who knows where. Reaching the back corner, he found Derek at his usual table that he’d probably been sitting at for the last several hours, hidden from most by a black metal staircase that led to a lofted lounge area. Dark eyebrows furrowed as Derek continued to type on his laptop.

As Stiles plopped down in the seat across from him, Derek glanced up before he said, “I’m almost done. Give me a minute.”

Stiles grinned, “You’re good.” Derek smiled before turning his attention back to the screen.

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[escharis]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: Red running shorts, Temptation, Seduction, Outdoor Sex, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot Summary:

Derek Hale‘s greatest enemy were a pair of running shorts.  @sterekbingo my fill in for the prompt Tempt

[mirrorthoughts]

In Your Dreams

i did write a thing! It's for the @twbingo prompt Injury and features a very rare rarepair that I've yet to see on AO3 😂 Stannetopher!

Yes, it's the finished thing for today's WIP Whenever, so have fun reading! :D

Also, since it's a rare pair with Stiles and Stiles is this month's rare pair character for @teenwolfrarepairevents, I'ma gonna tag you guys, too :D...

[tabbytabbytabby]

So here is a dream for just you and I

Word Count: 1,129 words

Rating: Teen and Up

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Relationship: Greenberg/Theo Raeken

Tags: Post-Canon, Future Fic, Living Together, Roommates, Good Theo Raeken, Sleep Deprivation, Theo Raeken Needs a Hug, Greenberg's Name Is Zac, Mentioned Tara Raeken, Worried Greenberg, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst, Love Confessions, First Kiss, Cuddling & Snuggling, Hopeful Ending, Insomnia

Summary: Theo can't sleep, and nothing he does is working. Until one night, a late night talk with Zac unravels just what's been keeping him up at night.

Read on AO3

For @whumpuary No.14: Flinching / Breakdown / Sleep deprivation. And for the Insomnia space for @twbingo. Card under the cut.

[adeceasedtulip]

First post for the Sterek Valentines Bingo is up!!

You come around and the Armour falls by aDeceasedTulip

Derek had a lot of armour up. Everything he has been through left him with so many issues with trust, love and even with himself that he put up walls. He doesn’t let people through them. No matter what. Just to be safe.

Well, until Stiles.

@sterekbingo

[cha0ticcreativity]

Theo can't breathe. His airways constrict around nothing as he tries and fails to bring in air, lungs burning and chest aching. His fingers tingle when he pulls them up to push against his chest, feeling like they're on their way to going completely numb. It doesn't matter, he can still use them to rub at his chest, in a pitiful hope to somehow induce clear breathing. He doesn't know. He can't fucking think. His thoughts feel like they're going a hundred miles per hour, flicking through the forefront of his mind too fast to comprehend. Wrangling his thoughts into legible things feels like trying to pick up water and hold it with his hands; both impossible tasks. Or; My fill-in for my Bad Things Happen Bingo box "Panic Attack", where I make my boy Theo suffer. Just a little though, he gets his comfort.

I hope I did this right! I have no clue how to post on Tumblr, lol.

[aflockofravens]

Send me characters!

Some fandoms I'm in (but feel free to suggest others!):

Jujutsu Kaisen

Bungo Stray Dogs

The Apothecary Diaries

Heaven Official's Blessing

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Helluva Boss

Baldur's Gate 3

Teen Wolf

Supernatural

Marvel/DC

Studio Ghibli

[sterekbros]

mates and mistletoe (1215 words) by Winchesterek Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Lydia Martin Additional Tags: Blind Date, Mates Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Mistletoe, Christmas Party, Presents, First Meetings, First Kiss, Getting Together, Meet-Cute, Fluff, Holidays, Derek Hale Deserves Nice Things, Stiles Stilinski is a Nice Thing, Derek Hale is Good at Feelings, Confident Derek Hale, POV Stiles Stilinski, Alternate Universe - Werewolves Are Known, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting

For @sterekfests 'merry Christmas', @sterekweekly present, @sterekbingo square 'hot chocolate', and @seasonaldelightsbingo winter wonderland square 'mistletoe'

Summary: There were muffled sounds on the other side of the door and then it was opening, revealing the hottest guy that Stiles had ever seen. “Uh, hi,” Stiles stuttered, really trying not to fall all over himself. “Hi,” the man said, grinning. “Sorry, I’m Derek. I’m sure you’re someone’s plus one?”

Stiles pulled down the visor and looked at himself in the mirror. He’d been stressed out all day. Mostly because he was going on a blind date, much less at a Christmas party. He was supposed to meet the guy there and had a very vague idea of what he looked like. Lydia had told him that Derek was traditionally handsome and had beautiful green eyes. That was all he had to go on, so he hoped the night wouldn't be a bust. Lydia would be there, but he knew that she’d leave him with his date as soon as she could so he could get some. Stiles definitely wouldn't turn it down, but it wasn't his plan, either.

He sighed and pushed the visor up again, then stretched his neck, running his hand over the back of it. He just really needed this to be a good night. Stiles was tired and needed a break, just for one night. Work was fine, even though it was stressful and his dating life was nonexistent. He wasn't exactly upset about that, but sometimes he did miss having someone next to him in bed.

Stiles sat there for a few more moments, letting his head rest on the headrest, and then forced himself to get out of the Jeep and go into the building. He faintly wondered how many floors it had as he pushed the button to call the elevator and then slid the door open when it arrived. It was nice, to see an older elevator still in operation. It wasn't quite what he’d expected as he slid the door closed and punched the number for the floor Lydia had given him.

It felt like forever for the elevator to reach the right floor, but when it did he could already hear people talking and holiday music playing. So there were a lot of people. Great. Stiles slid the elevator gate open and then stepped out. He checked his phone and shoved it into his pocket, then reached up to knock on the door.

There were muffled sounds on the other side of the door and then it was opening, revealing the hottest guy that Stiles had ever seen.

“Uh, hi,” Stiles stuttered, really trying not to fall all over himself.

“Hi,” the man said, grinning. “Sorry, I’m Derek. I’m sure you’re someone’s plus one?”

Derek stepped back as he pulled the door open and Stiles stood there staring.

Derek? This was Derek? That was impossible. There had to be someone else here named Derek. Because if this was Derek then he was more than traditionally handsome.

“Well, I’m Stiles.” He stepped forward and through the threshold, his eyes never leaving Derek’s. “I’m actually supposed to be meeting a Derek here for a blind date. So maybe I’m your plus one?”

Derek’s smile didn't falter as he glanced over Stiles and closed the door behind him. “Looks like,” he replied and offered his hand to Stiles. Stiles reached out and shook it, almost melting into Derek’s touch. Because damn.

“Welcome to my loft,” Derek added, shaking Stiles’ hand and holding on a little longer than someone should with a brief handshake. “I’ll have to thank Lydia for setting us up.”

That made Stiles blush, which wasn't a pretty thing because his skin became splotchy red. “Is that a compliment?” Stiles asked as he released Derek’s hand. Derek motioned with his head into the people-filled space, and Stiles followed him.

“It is,” Derek replied, his chin tucked down against his chest as he looked into the drink in his other hand like he was shy when he had no reason to be.

Oh. Well. It was good that Derek found him attractive because that made Stiles more confident in replying with, “I think you’re attractive too. So I’ll have to thank Lydia and buy her something nice.”

They both laughed. Stiles walked with Derek as Derek showed him around the loft, which wasn't many rooms, but it was still a nice space. Derek told him that he was always the one to host parties at his place as his pack’s Alpha and that revelation only made Derek hotter.

Stiles didn't drink alcohol so he sipped his cinnamon hot chocolate, his eyes focused on Derek. He couldn't stare anywhere else and he was sure it was the same for Derek even though Derek managed not to stare at him. Because that might be a little awkward.

They stopped near a wall lined with built-in bookcases filled with books to the brim and Derek pulled one out. “I know this might be a little forward, but I’d like to offer you this as a gift.”

He handed it to Stiles and Stiles looked the book over, smoothing his hand over the worn cover. It was titled Werewolf Mates and Pack Dynamics.

Stiles frowned and opened the book, flipping through the pages. “What’s—”

“I noticed the second you walked through the door. Your scent…” Derek cleared his voice, like he was trying to say something difficult. “You’re my mate, Stiles. I know it’s a lot—”

Mate. Stiles looked down at the book in his hands, letting that thought settle in his mind. Mate. Stiles was Derek’s mate?

It made sense in a weird way that Stiles couldn't explain, but he knew that he was drawn to Derek the second he saw him, and it was more than just Derek being hot.

A smug voice broke through Stiles’ thoughts. “I see you two have hit it off,” Lydia said with a grin as she sipped her wine. “And mistletoe…Derek…” Lydia smirked and walked away with a knowing smile.

Stiles followed Lydia’s gaze and sure enough, there was mistletoe above them. “Isn't mistletoe toxic to werewolves?”

Derek laughed. “Only if ingested and my sister insisted on putting it around the loft.”

“Sister?” Stiles’ interest was piqued. He needed to know more about Derek, his family, and his pack. He needed to know everything. Especially since they were mates.

“Laura,” Derek supplied with a nod. “I’ll introduce you two later if you’d like.” Derek shifted from foot to foot, then set his empty glass on the shelf. “So, since it’s tradition…” He nodded toward the mistletoe.

Stiles didn't have to be asked twice as he set his drink next to Derek’s on the shelf. Derek leaned in then, his hand cupping the back of Stiles’ neck as Stiles stepped in close until their bodies were touching.

When their lips met it was like fire coursing through Stiles’ veins and he moaned into it, pressing against Derek as their lips begged for purchase and their tongues tangled together.

Stiles was panting when they finally broke, pressing his forehead against Derek’s. “Wow,” he managed to get out. “That was—”

“Cosmic,” Derek offered, just as breathless.

“Something like that,” Stiles replied with a chuckle and then brushed his nose against Derek’s.

He grinned and kissed him again, letting himself get lost in the feeling of Derek. And if it was always going to be like this, Stiles knew his life would be filled with a love that consumed him, filled with passion and adventure.

A life that would be filled with Derek, pack, and home.

And Stiles knew that he’d never feel lonely again.