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Reality Check

Stiles was completely exhausted, plain and simple. He got a grand total of 4 hours of sleep and it wasn’t even in at once. Tyler was teething from hell and wouldn’t sleep for more than 30 minutes at a time. When his first tooth came in he wasn’t nearly this cranky, and now with three coming in at once he was a baby from his worst nightmare. His lack of sleep was catching up to him and he was finding it hard to focus on his second to last class of the day. Scott sat next to Stiles and watched as his friend tried to fight of sleep.

“Go to sleep, I’ll take notes.” Stiles gave his friend a thankful look before laying his head on his desk and praying the teacher didn’t call on him.

“Stilinski!” Stiles quickly sat up and looked around and was slightly surprised to see their principle in the room. “Mr. Stilinski, I need to talk to you.” He turned to Scott who shrugged and shook his head not knowing what was going on. He grabbed his things and followed his principle from the room to his office. “Please have a seat.”

Stiles sat. “Whatever it is I didn’t do it.” Stiles said out of reflex.

“You aren’t in trouble.” The principle sat up in his seat. “I got a call from the hospital.” Stiles felt his heart jump into his throat. “There’s been an accident.”


Stiles ran as fast as his feet would carry him through the hospital. Stiles ran to the nurses’ station and asked for the room number; to impatient to wait for the elevator he ran the four flights of stairs and ran to the room. When he opened the door he felt tears of sadness, and relief fill his eyes. He quickly ran over to the beds occupant and enveloped him in a hug. He felt arms come around him and he held them tighter.

“Stop crying I’m fine.” Stiles hadn’t even realized the tears were falling. “Stiles.” Stiles crawled onto the bed and curled up against his father not even attempting to stop the tears.

“You almost died.” Stiles said miserably.

“I know, and I’m sorry.” The sheriff said hold Stiles close.

“I want you to retire.”


“Please. I can’t lose you. Tyler won’t ever be able to meet mom, I don’t want you to be taken away from him to.”

“Stiles I can’t just quit my job.”

“I didn’t say quit I said retire. Please. What if something worse happens?”

“What’s worse than getting shot three times?” Stiles didn’t answer but the Sheriff could feel the sobs wrecking his son’s body. He didn’t know how much time had passed but when the nurse came to get his vitals Stiles was still curled on the bed at his side only he was asleep.

“Visiting hours are over in an hour.” The sheriff nodded and the nurse left. An hour later The sheriff woke his son.

“You have to go.”

“I want to stay with you.”

“You have to get Tyler.”

“He’s with Derek.”

“Stiles I know you want to stay but you have to go. Visiting hours start at 7. You can skip school and spend the whole day with me, you can even bring Tyler.” Stiles reluctantly removed himself from the small bed.

“Did I hurt you?” Stiles asked softly

“I’ll survive.” The sheriff said with a smile. Stiles eventually pulled himself together and left the hospital and headed straight to Derek’s. As he pulled up he saw Lydia leaving the house in an angry huff. When we waved at her she growled and kept on stomping away. When he walked inside he found the remainder of the pack minus Allison in the living room. He didn’t have time to comprehend before Scott ran over and tackled him to the ground with a hug. Stiles Smiled and greedily hugged his friend back. Scott pulled away and helped his friend back up; he was soon enveloped in a hug by Jackson and Danny. Derek didn’t hug him, he took his hand and led him up to his bedroom.

“Lay down.” Stiles crawled into the middle of the bed after kicking off his shoes and burrowed under the covers. Derek crawled into the bed behind Stiles and pulled him to his chest. “It’s going to be okay.” Stiles nodded in agreement but still felt a few tears escape. Derek listened as Stiles breath evened out then slowed letting him know Stiles was sleep. He gently kissed Stiles’ head. “I love you.”

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Title: That Awful Moment

Author: Aleshia10

Rating: T

Summary: “You’re pregnant!” Stiles gave him a jerky nod; eyes not lifting from the table. “Stiles…what…how could you let this happen!”

Word Count: 492             

Disclaimer: I own nothing and make no profit what so ever from this.

That Awful Moment

Stiles but at his thumb nail, a bad habit he had kicked  a few years back but had now started back up with a vengeance. He was going to tell his Dad he was pregnant. He knew that no matter how he phrased it his father was going to pop a fuse. He heard the cruiser pull into the driveway and took a deep calming breath that only further fueled his anxiety and did nothing to calm him down. Hid Dad walked through the front door with a huff and tossed his keys onto the small table by the door.

“Dad I have to talk to you.” Stiles said quickly before he lost his nerve.

“Can it wait until tomorrow?”

“Yes but I’d rather it didn’t.” The sheriff let out a huff and walked into the dining room where Stiles was sitting. He took the seat next to his son and waited for him to start talking.

“Dad…what’s the worst thing that I could do that would make you hate me?”

“I could never hate you Stiles. Depending on what you did I may be disgusted or may not like you but I could never hate you.”

“You didn’t answer my question.” Stiles said with a sigh.

“As long as you didn’t kill anybody, nothing.” The Sheriff gave his son a confused look. “Stiles…what did you do?”

“Dad I swear to you I didn’t do it on purpose, and I know I was stupid to let it happen but don’t be mad at me. Please.”

“Stiles, what did you do?” The Sheriff asked voice rising in panic, thinking the worst.

“I’m pregnant.” Stiles said in a small barely there voice.

The sheriff let out a rush of air in relief then the words finally sunk in. “You’re pregnant!” Stiles gave him a jerky nod; eyes not lifting from the table. “Stiles…what…how could you let this happen!” The Sheriff rose quickly from his seat causing the chair to topple over.

“Dad I’m sorry. Just…please sit down.”

“Sit down? Sit down! You want me to sit after my 16 year old son tells me he’s pregnant!”

“Dad I-”

“Who’s the father?” His dad asked calmly.

The sudden calmness threw Stiles off. “What?

“Who’s the other father?”

“Dad, I don’t-”

“Who is he?!” Anger was creeping back into his voice.

“I can’t tell you.” He said softly.


“It’s…it’s complicated.”

That was all the information the Sheriff needed. He stormed out of the kitchen and straight towards the front door, closely followed by his panicking son.

“Dad where are you going?”

“I’m going to kill Derek Hale.”

“What? Why?”

“I’m not stupid Stiles!” He snapped.  “I know it was him!”

“Dad…please…just-just stay here.” Stiles begged.

“I’ll be back in a few hours.” The door was quickly slammed in his face as his Dad left. Stiles let out a sob he didn’t even know he was holding in. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.

A Date

Jan. 20th, 2012 10:26 pm
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Title: A Date

Author: [ profile] aleshia10

Rating: T

Summary: “You,” He said with a shake of his head before stepping away. “are an amazing kisser.” Tony laughed before moving to start pushing the stroller.

Word Count: 979             

Disclaimer: I own nothing and make no profit what so ever from this.

A Date

“I have a date with Derek on Saturday.” Stiles said suddenly looking up at Tony who was making ridiculous faces at the 5 nearly six month old who he held in a sitting position on top of the table in the mall food court.

“That’s nice.” Tony said with an air of nonchalance.

“That’s nice? That all you have to say?”

Tony sighed. “What do you want me to say Stiles? You two have been working things out for over a month now, I was expecting this to come up sooner or later.”

“I thought you cared about me?”

Tony wiped the drool from the teething infant’s mouth with his bib before speaking. “I do Stiles, I care about you a lot, but what do you want me to do? I know you love him, I knew that the moment you first mentioned his name.  I also knew this would happen one day, but it didn’t stop my feelings for you.”

“I’m sorry.” Stiles said, genuinely feeling guilty for inadvertently leading Tony on. “We can still be friends.”

“It’s okay.” Tyler made a raspberry that Tony wiped away with a smile before placing him in his stroller and standing from the table. “Ready to finish shopping?”

Stiles nodded and threw away both of their garbage. Stiles reached out for Tony’s hand. “Is there a way I can make it up to you?”

“Kiss me.” Was Tony’s quick reply.

“Not even gonna think about it?” Stiles said with a chuckle.

“We’ve hugged, cuddled, held hands, and kissed on cheeks. I think if I’m going to be pushed to permanent friend status the least I can get is a proper kiss before its official.” Tony said with a cheeky smile.

Stiles rolled his eyes. “One kiss and that’s it.” Derek is going to kill me, was Stiles’ last thought before soft moist lips covered his own. Stiles wasn’t expecting this, Tony was an amazing kisser. He let out a soft moan and stepped closer to tony, he willingly opened his mouth with his bottom lip was gently nibbled. Tony’s tongue was quick to dive in and map out every crevice it could find. When Stiles let out a whimper Tony pulled away and gave Stiles’ lip a few quick pecks. Tony smirked at Stiles’ dazed expression.

“You okay?”

“I’m fine.” He squeaked. “You,” He said with a shake of his head before stepping away. “are an amazing kisser.” Tony laughed before moving to start pushing the stroller.

“I know.”


Stiles pulled up to Derek’s house and carefully removed a sleeping Tyler from his car seat. He dug out his keys to open the door and gently kicked it shut behind him once he was inside. He gave a quick wave to Jackson and Danny who were cuddled on the couch before going upstairs to place Tyler in the crib. He came back down and searched for Derek, coming up empty handed he decided to ask Allison who was typing away on her laptop. “Where’s Derek?”

“He’s the basement with Lydia, training.” She distractedly answered.

“Thanks.” Stiles jogged down the basement stairs and walked over to the room that was sectioned off as a training area for the wolves. We watched as Lydia lunged for Derek and missed. Stiles blinked and the next thing he knew Derek had a panting Lydia pinned to the floor by her neck. She didn’t appear to be worried; she actually liked it if her smirk was anything to go by. She reached up a hand and cupped Derek’s cheek rubbing her thumb against the slightly hair flesh. Stiles shifted and the sound of his feet sliding across the floor got both wolfs attention. Derek seeing who it was quickly rose from his position over Lydia, who sent a harsh glare his way.

“Can I talk to you?” Derek nodded. “In private?” He asked directing his eyes toward Lydia who was slowing rising from the floor.

“Don’t mind me.” She said with a wave of her hand. “Act as if I’m not even here.”

“Lydia.” Derek said sternly.

“Fine.” She snapped. “But remember what we talked about.”  She grabbed a towel from the table and walked quickly from the room but not before giving Stiles a smug smile.

“What was that about?” Stiles asked in obvious confusion.

Derek shrugged. “What did you want?”

“You know that I went to the mall with Tony today, right?” Derek nodded. “I told him about our date on Saturday, and that we could only be friends. I felt bad so I asked him how I could make it up to him…he asked for a kiss.” At this Derek froze before digging into his pocket and pulling out a phone that he absently noticed belonged to Lydia. After a few clicks of the keys he turned the phone towards Stiles. Stiles saw a picture of himself with his lips pressed against Tony’s. He looked up at Derek who he could tell by his eyes was fighting back anger. “I know what it looks like but I’m telling you now the kiss meant nothing. It was just that, a kiss. I know you have no right to believe me but I feel nothing beyond friendship for Tony I swear.”

Derek tossed the phone onto the table that held the towels and before Stiles could realize his intentions he had him on the floor arms pinned above his hand with one hand their groins pressed together, eyes slowly bleeding red. “You kissed him.” He growled. “He kissed you after I told him not to touch what is mine.” Stiles couldn’t help but choke out a moan when Derek thrust their hips together. “I have to show him-show you where you belong.”  Stiles moaned and leaned his head back and allowed Derek more access to his neck. Neither man noticed glowing yellow eyes.


Jan. 20th, 2012 10:25 pm
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Title: Breakfast

Author: [ profile] aleshia10

Rating: G

Summary: Allison had just scraped the last of the eggs onto a serving plate and placed it on the table along with plates stacked high with toast, waffles, beacon, sausage, and a bowl full of sliced fruit. Stiles was about to start placing food on his plate when it was snatched from his hands. “What do you want?”

Word Count: 606                            

Disclaimer: I own nothing and make no profit what so ever from this.


Derek watched Stiles who watched Danny who was playing with Tyler. Tyler let out a screech of laughter that made Danny smile even more; Derek smiled at his pack mate before turning back to Stiles. “You don’t have to watch him like a hawk. Danny knows what he’s doing.”

“I’m sure he does but this is the first time I’ve seen him with him.” Stiles replied never taking his eyes off the pair. Tyler became still and his face started to turn red Stiles was about to go see what was wrong when Danny made a disgusted face and fanned his hand in front of his nose. Derek couldn’t help the sudden burst of laughter.

Danny turned to face Derek and Stiles. “Your kid is foul man.”  He chuckled before tossing a pillow at Jackson and commanding him to go get diapers and wipes.

“I think they’ve got this handled. Come eat with me?” Derek asked.

“I don’t…”

“He’s fine, trust me. Allison made breakfast, you can eat and still have time to get home and get ready for school.” Stiles sighed before nodding and following Derek up the basement stairs. Derek led Stiles to the kitchen and pulled out a seat for Stiles before sitting next to the teen. Allison had just scraped the last of the eggs onto a serving plate and placed it on the table along with plates stacked high with toast, waffles, beacon, sausage, and a bowl full of sliced fruit. Stiles was about to start placing food on his plate when it was snatched from his hands. “What do you want?”

“I can fix my own plate.”

“Just tell me what you want, don’t argue.”

“A little bit of everything.” Stiles said brows furrowed in confusion. Derek sat about fixing Stiles’ breakfast and had just sat it in front of him when Jackson and Danny emerged from the basement and Lydia came from what Stiles assumed was the bathroom. She reached out for Tyler but Danny shook his head no saying he was okay. Danny sat next to Stiles and Derek watched silently as Jackson fixed Danny’s plate while Danny and Stiles cooed and played with Tyler. He was starting to fix his own plate when Lydia tried to take it from his hand.

“I got it.”

“Let me do it.”

“Lydia I said I got it.”

“Just let me-”

“I said no!” The table fell silent at Derek’s sudden sharpness. Lydia’s eyes flashed an eerie yellow before she rose to stomp away. “Stop.” And she did. “Stop acting like a spoiled brat. Sit down and eat. When you’re done you can go to school and pout all you want.” Lydia sat back down anger obvious in her features but she did as she was told.

Tyler let out a squeak that put all eyes on him he smiled a goofy toothless drool filled smile. Jackson was the first to laugh and soon the whole table was alive with giggles, aside from Lydia of course. Derek shook his head when the laughter died down and tucked into his breakfast. He watched as Danny carefully held Tyler while he ate and Stiles talked to Jackson. He reached his hand out and grabbed Stiles’ free hand that sat under the table. Stiles stopped mid-sentence and gave Derek a confused look. Derek continued eating like nothing had changed. Stiles slowly turned back to face Jackson.

Derek couldn’t fight the smile that spread across his face when Stiles started to rub his thumb along the back of Derek’s hand. He had fucked up big time but maybe he still had time to fix this.

The Start

Jan. 18th, 2012 03:41 pm
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The Start

The Alpha lounged on his couch as he waited for Stiles to show up. The human had said he had to tell Derek something important. Derek assumed it had something to do with why Stiles’ scent has been off for the past few weeks. He heard the car pull up in the drive way and waited for the hesitant knock at the door before getting up. He opened the door and watched curiously as Stiles walked in and sat heavily on the couch without saying a word. Derek pushed the door shut and sat next to the teen.

“Do you remember a while ago when we uh…when I found out you weren’t dead?”


“Do you remember what we did?”

“We had sex in your bedroom.”

“And do you remember how you asked for a condom and I said don’t worry about it I’m clean?”

“Yes.” Derek gave the teen a hard look. “Did you lie to me?”

“No. I didn’t lie to you.”

“Then what’s wrong?”

“I’m a Third.”

“That’s…nice?” Derek was confused Stiles’ was a third, so what? There were plenty of thirds out there. Enough for it to considered another gender, hence ‘third’. A Third was a man who could become pregnant, and a woman who had a penis along with a vagina. Most parents if Third woman had their penis removed just for a sense or normality.

“Derek use your head! I’m a third we had unprotected sex!” Stiles snapped.

Understanding dawned on Derek’s face. “You’re pregnant?”

“I haven’t told my dad yet.” Stiles said in an uncharacteristically small voice. “I don’t know what to do.”

“You’re keeping it.” Derek said sternly.

“You can’t tell me what to do!” Stiles snapped. “I’m too far along to get an abortion even if I wanted to!” Stiles gave Derek a disbelieving look. “I can’t believe you would even think I would do that!”

“That’s not what I meant. I meant you’re not giving it up for adoption.”

“Derek I’m 16 years old I can’t take care of a kid.” Stiles said with a shake of his head.

Derek sighed. “More likely than not the baby is a wolf Stiles.”

Stiles sighed and buried his face in his hands. “So what am I supposed to do?”

“You can’t let anyone know it’s mine, outside of the pack.” Derek said quickly.

Stiles furrowed his eye brows. “What? Why?”

“Stiles I was 23 when we had sex you were and still are16, by the time it’s born I’ll be 24 and you’ll only be 17. I was a fugitive and suspect in a murder case. Your father is the sheriff; he’ll have no issues with getting me put away for statutory if not flat out rape.” Stiles let out a sigh and sat silently next to Derek. Derek smirked at Stiles’ flinch when he laid a hand flat on his stomach. “How far along?”

Stiles snorted. “Can’t you do math? I’m around 11 or 12 weeks give or take.”

Derek nodded. “Lay down.”

“What? Why?”

“Lay. Down.” Derek said with a growl and a flash of red eyes.

“Okay! Jeeze no need to get all growly and shovey. Hey! Woah woah woah woah!” Stiles flailed his arms and tried to yank his shirt back down. “You can’t just yank up my shirt!” His eyes widened and he started to panic when Derek started to sniff his stomach. “Oh my God! What are you doing?!”

“Shut up.” Stiles’ teeth clicked shut. “It’s a boy.”

“You found that out by sniffing my stomach?” He bit his lip to hold back moan when a how hand rubbed his stomach. “What are you doing?” He whispered trying to ignore the small licks of arousal he felt forming. He clenched his eyes shut and held back the gasp that threatened to come forth when Derek kissed his stomach right above his belly button.

“I don’t know.” Derek answered sounding just as lost as Stiles. “Just don’t move.”

And Stiles didn’t.

Dog Pile

Jan. 18th, 2012 03:40 pm
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Stiles was late. We was supposed to get off at 9:45 to be able to get Tyler by 10 but he got held over. So now at 11:15 he was finally pulling up to Derek’s house. and knocked on the front door. He waited a few moments but knock again when he received no answer. He left out a huff and walked over to the fake rock that had the spare key hidden inside. He slid the key into the lock and slowly opened the door. He searched through the house for Derek but couldn’t find any trace of him or of Tyler. He started to panic and tore through the house in search of his son. He was about to start screaming when he heard the faint sound of a snore coming through the door he knew led to the recently finished basement. He pulled the door open and quickly descended the basement stairs and froze in surprise when he reached the bottom.

Sleeping pads filled the floor and were covered with sleeping mats and blankets. On top of those sleeping mats was Derek, Scott, Jackson, Allison, Lydia, Danny, and Tyler. They were lying in what could only be described as a dog pile. Derek lied in the middle on his side with Tyler cuddled close covered by his comforter from his crib upstairs. Scott lied on his back with his legs somehow tangled with Derek’s but using Jackson’s back as a pillow for his head. Jackson slept next to Tyler and lied half on the mats half on Danny who was cuddled close as Possible to Jackson. Allison somehow managed to use Lydia who was sleeping next to Derek as her personal heating pad but still somehow managed to be cuddled with Scott.

At first he smiled at the sleeping wolfs and the human Allison, but his smile quickly faded when Lydia scooted closer to Derek and tossed an arm around his waist. He felt his anger start to rise but quickly squashed it. He had no say with who Derek dated, the same way Derek had no say with him. He was too tired to deal with this crap. He composed himself and slowly crept around the sleeping wolves until he was close enough to easily reach for Tyler. He was just about to pick him up when Derek’s hand flew out and grabbed his wrist tightly. He gasped and looked into angry glowing red eyes and winced when the bones in his wrist painfully ground together. The red slowly faded when Derek realized who was reaching out for his son.

“What are you doing?”

“I came to get Tyler.”

“It’s late; you have school in the morning, just stay here.” Stiles thought before jerkily nodding and trying to stand. “Where are you going?”


“For what?”

“To sleep.”

“Sleep down here.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Stiles don’t turn this into an argument just lay down.”

“And where exactly am I supposed to lie?” Stiles whispered harshly.

“Where ever you want, they’ll move.”

“Look Derek I don-”

“Oh my god Stiles shut up and lay down!” Stiles jumped at the sudden sound of Jackson’s sleepy agitated voice. “You’re son is going to be up in an hour crying the least you can do is let me sleep before I have to change his piss filled diaper.” Danny mumbled something Stiles couldn’t understand but it made Jackson nod. When Stiles made no move to lie down Jackson turned glowing green eyes towards him. “Don’t make me beat you.”

Stiles only waited a few moments longer before laying down in the space between Tyler and Jackson. As if sensing his father’s presence, which was possible, Tyler started to fidget in his sleep. Stiles, used to this, just picked him up and laid him on his chest and rubbed a soothing hand along his back, Tyler instantly settled. With the now added space the dog pile instantly shifted.

Jackson rolled onto his side and scooted close to Stiles so his nose was almost touching his side and tossed an arm over his hip. Danny moved so he was spooning Jackson and twined their legs together. Derek cuddled close to Stiles and placed an arm over his hip and tangled one leg with Stiles’. With his pillow gone Scott let out a sound of protest and decided to just curl up close to Jackson instead. Allison moved so she was lying behind and in front of Derek’s legs. Lydia tried to scoot closer to Derek but was awaken by a sudden growl from her Alpha. She let out a haughty huff before rolling over and deciding not to be part of the pile.

“Is this okay?” Derek asked softly.

“It’s a little weird but yeah.” Derek gave him a soft smile. “This doesn’t change anything. I’m still mad at you.” Stiles said softly starting to fall asleep already.

“Be mad in the morning. Go to sleep.”

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*Looks around nervously* Not sure who all are reading this but I come baring (Slightly) bad news. All my stories are going on pause. BUT it's for a good reason. I have four stories that I owe for a challenge which need to be done by the end of the month plus I have two Teen Wolf stories which are both active and one Supernatural RPF that has been on pause for who knows how long. My goal is to have the four stories I owe done by the 28th and have the next installments of my Teen Wolf stories by the 21st and the next installment of my Supernatural RPF done by the 30th. So what does that mean for you? It means that you may not have any posts from me until the 30th or 31st. Sorry! Please don't hurt me!
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Title: Tag You're Fucked

Word Count:549

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: sex in nature

Summary: Tag with Derek ends in a much better way then with anyone else.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, I make no money, I don't own any characters

Tag You’re Fucked

He had an hour head start in what had to be the most twisted game of tag in the world. Who seriously plays tag slash try not to get devoured by the wolf. Stiles let out a gasp “Fuck!” as he was tackled to the ground. He didn’t struggle as his pants were yanked down just far enough for his ass to be out, but moaned and squeaked when his pale cheeks were pulled apart and a hot wet tongue ran across his furled hole. He whined and pushed his ass out further trying to impale himself on the hot muscle. The tongue that was mapping his insides was quickly replaced by one, two, then three slicked fingers.  He cried out in protest when the fingers were yanked free then groaned in a mixture of satisfaction and pain as those fingers were replaced by a hard hot dick.

He pushed back into the hard thrusts and begged and pleaded for more. His arms couldn’t hold him any longer and he collapsed onto his forearms. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” The mantra played over and over in his head as his body was plundered. It wasn’t long until he heard the growl that told him has lover was close. He felt a hand wrap around his leaking prick and it wasn’t long before he spilt all over the forest floor. He felt liquid heat in his channel then his muscles gave out completely and he collapsed fully to the forest floor.

He lied there gasping for air and slowly rolled to his back. He lolled his head to the side to see Derek almost as disheveled as he was. His softening prick lay against his thigh covered in come lube. His pans were to his knees and his face held a slight flush. Stiles gave the wolf a lazy smile which was returned.

“How long did I last this time?”

“20 minutes.”

Stiles smiled. “See I’m getting better.”

“Not really. The only reason it took me 20 minutes was because I got distracted by Scott.”

“All part of my master plan.” Stiles said with a dramatic wave of his hand. He lied there a few moments longer before getting up to fix his clothes. “You know I never remember tag being this much fun when I was little and played with Scott.”

“Did it end with you getting fucked through the forest floor?”

“No it ended with me getting Oreo’s.” Stiles said with a fond smile. “I love Oreo’s.”

Derek rolled his eyes as he got resituated. “I’m sure you do.”

“You ruined another pair of my shirt and jeans.” Stiles said while inspecting the grass stains on his elbows and knees.

“Stop wearing good clothes when we play tag.”

“Stop being too lazy to get me fully undressed.” Stiles countered.

Derek looped and arm around Stiles’ waist and pulled him close as they headed back towards his house. “Do you really want to be naked in the woods with all this nature around? Nature is like sand. It has a tendency to get into unexpected places.”

“Okay then why don’t you go all cavemen and drag me back to your cave and have your way with me.” Before Stiles could register he found himself hefted over Derek’s shoulder. “What are you doing!?”

“You told me to go caveman and have my way with you.” Derek said casually as he continued his trek.

“I didn’t mean now! Put me down!” Derek ignored him. “Derek? Derek!”



Ummmm…..was that okay?

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Title: Thongs and Garters
Word Count:854
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: rimming, Stiles in girls underwear
Summary: Stiles indulges Derek in his kink fr his birthday.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, I make no money, I don't own any characters


Even though they’ve been together for five years Stiles still blushes and gets frustrated whenever he decides to indulge Derek’s kink. In all fairness he should be doing this for the wolf more often but he always puts up a fight. He peeked his head around the corner of their bedroom door to see Derek already undressed lounging on their bed. The wolf arches an eyebrow and motions for the younger man to come inside. A Stiles hesitates briefly before fully stepping into the room. He looks up at his Alpha and lover and blushes and looks away when he sees the obvious hunger in his eyes.

“I feel ridiculous.” He mumbles.

“You say that every time, but you always put it on for me.”

“Yeah well…I love you so it’s the least I can do.” Stiles mumbled.

“Spin around so I can see.”

If Stiles’ face could get any redder it would, he felt ridiculous in the garter ensemble. He could feel Derek’s eyes boring into his ass when he sees that Stiles was in a thong. When he was facing Derek again he slowly climbed up onto the bed and straddled his lover. Derek pulls him down by the back of his head for a kiss which Stiles happily returns. When they pull apart Stiles is thrilled by Derek’s words. “I want you to ride me.” Stiles nods along in agreement and moves to take off the underwear. “Keep them on.”


“I want you to keep them on.” Stiles huffs but reaches for the lube and goes to hand it to Derek. “You do it.”

Stiles glares. “You’re being lazy.”

“It’s my birthday. I can be lazy.” Stiles clicks open the bottle of lube and covers his fingers in the slick substance. As he reaches back with both hinds he’s halted by Derek’s request/demand. “I want to watch.” Okay so Stiles was a little self-conscious, and Derek knew this. He developed a bit of a thing after seeing how ripped him, Scott, and Jackson were. He hated being exposed, literally and figuratively. It took 5 months to finally get convince him to have sex in the day time, and it took another 4 to get him to let the blind be open. It took 5 months to let him have the light on at night during sex. Hell He’s only ever watch Stiles masturbate once, and let’s not even talk about how bad he wants to rim him.

Stiles remained frozen. “Y-you want to what?”

“I want to watch you open yourself up on your fingers for my dick.”


“It’s my birthday.” Derek watched as Stiles slowly turned around in his lap and bends over. He licks his lips as one pale hand grabs the thong and pulls it aside along with one pale cheek. Derek deciding to be ‘helpful’ pulled Stiles close, chuckling at the yelp the spilled from Stiles, and pulled the pale cheeks apart. “Go ahead.” He encouraged, watching in fascination as stiles reached back and circled his hole with one slick finger before pressing in. Derek watched as that lovely pink hole greedily sucked in the lone finger. “Another.” Stiles obeyed and worked in another finger.

Stiles was so happy Derek couldn’t see his face. He hadn’t realized how much this would even turn him on as much as it was. Derek watching him work three fingers in and out of his hole made his cock throb painfully and dribble precome which soaked his panties, those stupid blue underwear and ridiculous garter and thigh highs. He squeaked and grabbed Derek’s hair and tried to pull him away.

“Don’t!” He tried to squirm away but one strong hand on his back pushing him down kept him in place pressed against the bed and his ass up in the air. “Don’t.” He moaned out. His body shuddered and jerked as Derek’s tongue ran across his pucker again. “It’s dirty.”

“You just got out of the shower.” Stiles scrambled against the bed sheets but by the time he finally got purchase on the slick bedding he couldn’t remember if he was trying to get closer or get away. Derek heard him whimper and press his as closer to his mouth.

“God why didn’t you ever do this before?” He panted heavily into the blankets.

Derek indulged for a few more minutes drowning in the sounds of his lover before pressing the of his larger fingers into Stiles’ hole to make sure he was stretched far enough before pulling stiles to sit up scotching stiles so his hole was hovering over his dick. “Sit.” Derek hissed as he watched and felt his dick sink inside his smaller lover.

Stiles slowly moved up and down the thick length. He looked over his shoulder to see Derek staring at his dick moving in and out. “So can we trade the panties for this?” Stiles asked hopefully, holding back a moan.

“Stiles, I think you’ve just created a monster.” Derek growled out before pushing Stiles onto the bed. Stiles suddenly remembered why he wore the panties, the thorough fucking through the mattress.


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Title: Talking Doesn’t Help

Word count: 683

Rating: PG

Summary: “If you kiss me I swear to God I’m going to kick you in the nuts.” “I’m sorry.” He repeated. “I heard you the first time.” Stiles said curtly. “Then say something.”

Warnings: None?

Pairing: Derek/Stiles

Talking Doesn’t Help

“…Then I punched him in the face.”  Stiles never looked up from feeding Tyler to see how Scott was reacting. His…bestfriend (?) came barging through his bedroom window demanding he tell in why Derek had a black eye.  “It’s been two days. It should’ve healed by now anyway.” As Tyler finished the last ounce Stiles fished out a burp cloth to put over his shoulder. Once Tyler was situated over his shoulder he finally looked towards Scott.

“So he kissed you, after you’ve apparently been pining for him for over a year, and you punched him?” Scott asked confused.

Stiles sighed in agitation. “Out of this entire conversation that is all you got out of it?” Tyler burned and he wiped the small dribble of milk from his mouth and laid him in his crib with his boo boo keys. “Scott. You’re my best friend, but as of right now I’m starting to really question why.” Scott opened his mouth to defend himself but was cut off. “You ditched me and ignored me to make out with your girlfriend. You made out with the girl I was in love with. You ignored me when I need you most and suddenly become ‘best’ friends with the guy who used to make my life hell. And the only reason you finally talk to me is because I bruised your stupid Alpha!” Okay so maybe stiles had some pent up anger.


“You what Scott?” Tyler let out a frustrated sound Stiles turned away from his friend to find Tyler’s binky.  Tyler sucked the rubber quickly into his mouth and stared with wide brown eyes up at his father.  Stiles saw Scott walk up beside the crib and hesitantly reach out to touch the infant.

“What’s his name?”

Stiles felt his anger boil over.  “Get out.”


“Get out!”

“What? Why?”

“Get! Out!” At Stiles’ shout Tyler flinched and started to cry. Scott watched his friend pick up the wailing infant before leaving the way he came in. "By the way his name is Tyler!" 


It was 5 in the morning Stiles would be woken up in an hour by Tyler. He’d feed him and change him before putting him back in the crib showering and getting dressed. He’d take Tyler downstairs where he’d fix himself breakfast and once he was finished he’d fix something for his dad and put it in the microwave. He’d take Tyler back upstairs and play with him for a while before holding him while he checked over his homework.  His dad would come home and Stiles would give him Tyler to feed while he ate his own breakfast. He would pack his school bag as well as a diaper bag and this would be when Derek would stop watching the house and head back home.

It would be 20 to 30 minutes until Stiles brings Tyler over so he can go to School, during which time he would shower and dress. Most mornings no words were shared, today Derek was the one to speak as Stiles handed over their precious bundle. “I’m sorry.” Stiles only nodded before giving Tyler a quick kiss and turning to leave. He was stopped by his wrist being grabbed, something oddly comparable to what happened a few days prior.

“If you kiss me I swear to God I’m going to kick you in the nuts.”

“I’m sorry.” He repeated.

“I heard you the first time.” Stiles said curtly.

“Then say something.”

“What do you want me to say? You kissed me! You kissed me after you told me want nothing to do with me.” Stiles yanked his arm freed. “I have school and I work tonight. I’ll be back to get him around 10.”

“Let me keep him over night.” Derek asked softly.



“No. I’ll be back around 10.”

“I know how to take care of my son.” Derek said angrily. Stiles ignored him as he got into the car and pulled off.  Derek felt his anger dissolve as Tyler let out a burst of laughter and happily gnawed on his fist. Derek sighed and walked into the house.

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Title: Strike Three
Author: Aleshia10
Word Count: 693
Rating: PG
Summary:  What made him growl was the fact that Stiles was at the restaurant with a wolf that wasn’t Derek and wasn’t someone in their pack, and to make matters worse he was touching his son. Pretending!Verse
Warnings: Written in a rush.Disclaimer: I make no money and I don’t own the characters or the people who play them.

Strike Three

Derek stopped in his tracks as he caught the smell of Stiles and Tyler mixed with another scent he has smelled before but couldn’t place. He looked around trying to find the source of the smell and felt a growl form in his throat when he looked inside the pizzeria and saw Stiles inside. What made him growl was the fact that Stiles was at the restaurant with a wolf that wasn’t Derek and wasn’t someone in their pack, and to make matters worse he was touching his son. It was only a half second of hesitation before he was heading towards the pizzeria.


Stiles sat across from his friend Anthony and laughed as he told him about how the youngest pups of his pack had learned how to shift on accident and scared themselves when they looked in the mirror.  Stiles smiled at Tony as he played with a sleepy Tyler’s foot who sat contentedly in his car seat on top of the table. Tony noticed and smiled back making Stiles blush.

“You know if you weren’t so in love with his father I’d mate you.”

Stiles blushed harder. “Well sometimes I wish I wasn’t.”

Tony reached across the table and placed his hands on top of Stiles’. “I may have only known you for a few months but I care about you stiles. And when you’re ready to move on I’ll be here for you, and so will my pack.”

“And if I never move on.” He asked softly fiddling with Tony’s fingers that were twined with his own.

“Then I’ll be content with what we have.” He said with a sincere smile. “Plus, as long as I get to keep saying this little guy we can be friends forever.” He said while caressing the 3 month olds tiny hand.

Stiles was going to respond when the door to the pizza place burst open and the door was filled with Derek’s hulking figure.  Stiles looked up mouth slightly open. “Derek?” The angry alpha stomped over to their table. Stiles didn’t have any time to react before Derek had Tony by the collar of his and threw him across the restaurant. “Derek!” Derek whipped his head around and glared at the teen with glowing red eyes. “What are you doing?!”

He turned his attention back to Tony. “You need to leave.”

“You can’t tell my friends what to do.” Stiles snapped, he would’ve said more but Tyler started to cry.

Derek walked over to the other wolf that was dusting himself off, but making no move towards leaving. “You’re encroaching on my territory. You need to leave.”

“By territory do you mean mate?” Tony said with a smirk. “My family has lived here for the past year and you never cared that we were here, but the instant I start talking to him you blow a fuse.”

“You weren’t talking. You were touching him and my child.”

“You won’t claim him, he’s fair game. From what I gathered you want nothing to do with him.” Derek only growled. “Besides I think you’ve pissed him off.” Derek turned to see Stiles angrily walking towards the parking lot with Tyler’s car seat secured in his hand.


Stiles angrily but carefully secured Tyler’s car seat in place and slammed the door shut. He jumped when he turned to find Derek standing angrily behind him. He glared at the Alpha and turned to get into the car but was stopped by a string grip on his arm. “What Derek? What could you possibly want!” Stiles snapped; Derek only looked at Stiles expectantly. “God why must you ruin everything! I try and try to get over you but every time I get three steps away you make me take four steps back!” Tears burned at his eyes. “You’ve told me multiple time you want nothing to do with me other than Tyler so what do you want!” When he was once again greeted with silence he yanked his arm free and yanked the drives side door open. He wasn’t expecting to be slammed against the side door or to have his lips covered by Derek’s.

You and Me

Jan. 6th, 2012 06:15 pm
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Title: You and Me

Rating: pg-13

Author: Aleshia10

Word count: 992

Summary: “Daddy may be gone, and he may not even like me, but I’ll have you forever and always.”

Labor definitely sucked, Stiles wasn’t even sure why he had to go through labor if he was going to have a C-section anyway.  He could have a natural birth but he felt in no way comfortable pushing a baby out of there even if that was how he ended up in this situation in the first place.  He winced his way through another contraction and gave a halfhearted smile when a nurse came in to check him and the baby.

She fished up her last exam and turned to stiles. “You’re about 6 centimeters and almost completely effaced, and you’re water hasn’t broken. Is there anything you want or need?”

“No…but can I walk around like up and down the halls or something?”

“Not sure, just let me double check with your doctor when you’re getting your C-section and I get back to you but while you wait you can walk around your room a little.”

Stiles nodded his thanks and, with some help from the nurse, stood. He walked in small circles around the room for a few minute before a contraction hit. He let out a groan of pain and propped himself up against the bed. He rocked his hips side to side trying to alleviate the pain, it helped, but only a little. He jumped when he felt hands massaging his lower back. He had forgotten that Derek was in the room he had resigned himself to sitting in the corner all broody.

“Thank you.” Stiles said softly he hadn’t expected a response and wasn’t surprised when he didn’t receive one. What did surprise him was his dad bursting into the room.

“I didn’t miss it did I?” His Dad said quickly clothes disheveled and panting.

“Miss what?”

“My grandson being born that’s what.” Stiles shook his head no. “Good.” Then his eyes landed on Derek and he glared. “What and the hell are you doing here?”

Derek took his hands away from Stiles’ back and took a step away.  “He has a right to be here Dad.”

“Like hell he does.” The Sheriff snapped. “He should be in jail. He’s 24 years and got my son, my 16 year old son, pregnant.”

“Dad.” He pleaded. “Please don’t do this.”

“Maybe I should go.” Derek suggested, surprisingly meek.

“No! I want you to stay.” He turned to his dad. “I want both of you to stay. Please?” The two mad shared a few silent words before nodding. Stiles smiled then groaned his way through another contraction. “Oh my god this hurts!” He felt tears burn at his eyes and pressure. “Oh god. Someone get the doctor or the nurse.” Neither man moved. “Please!” The jumpstarted both men and they left looking for a doctor. When the on call OB/GYN came in he saw Stiles with his hands leaning against the bed.

“Stiles I need you to get back on the bed for me.”

“I can’t.” He whimpered.

“Yes you can.”

“No I really can!” He snapped. “It hurts to move.”

The doctor nodded.  “I’m going to check to see how far you are.”

Stiles nodded, he felt fingers then a gush of warmth.  “What was that?”

“Son, you’re 10 centimeters and 100% effaced time for you to push.”

“What no! I wanted a C-section. She just checked me I was only 6 centimeters!”

“Not going to happen, son I’m sorry. Apparently you standing gave you what you needed to get to ten.  Since you can’t get on the bed we’re going to get you a birthing chair so you can push.”

“I don’t want to push!


“Stiles, we need you to push.”

“I am pushing!”

“We need you to push harder. Don’t you want to see your baby boy? Don’t you want him to meet Daddy and Grandpa?” Stiles nodded. “Then you need to push.” The nurse encouraged. He pushed, and pushed, and pushed. He pushed so hard he thought his face was going to pop, and just as he was about to quit there was something put on his chest.

He let out a choked sob when he saw it was his baby boy. Covered in blood and muck from his journey into the world and he was still the most precious thing Stiles had ever seen. He had ten fingers and ten toes, two arms, legs, and eyes. He was perfect. He watched carefully as he was taken away to be cleaned, ignoring the doctors as they handled the after birth.  He smiled when Derek hesitantly reached out and touched the tiny pink hand.


His father had been called back into work so he had left but not before taking a thousand and one photos of his grandson.  Stiles watch tiredly with a contented smile as the Alpha cooed at his sleeping newborn son safely secured in his arms. Derek felt Stiles looking and turned towards the human, his features hardened a little and stiles felt his heart break a little more. “What?”

“Nothing, I just think we should name him now.”

“What do you want to name him?”



They sat silently for a few moments. “W-what about Tyler?” Stiles asked hesitantly. “Tyler Lee Hale?

Derek looked at Stiles as if he had grown a third head before looking down at their son and jerkily nodded. Stiles smiled as he signed his sons name on his birth certificate. “Thank you.” Derek said gruffly. “For naming him after my Dad.”

“You’re welcome.” Derek held Tyler a little while longer before handing him over to stiles.

“I have to go. Pack meeting.” Stiles nodded. “I’ll let them know it was a boy. “

Once he was gone stiles rooted through the bedside table for a bottle for the wriggling infant in his arms. Just as a small wail began to leave stiles gently slipped the bottle inside.  “Daddy may be gone, and he may not even like me, but I’ll have you forever and always.”

Let's Pretend (Pt.1)

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Title: Let’s Pretend

Author: Aleshia10

Word Count: 511

Rating: PG

Summary:  He doesn’t correct his doctor when she calls them a couple; he’s too busy relishing in the moment of a nonexistent relationship.

Warnings: Angst? Written in a rush.

Disclaimer: I make no money and I don’t own the characters or the people who play them.

Let’s Pretend

Stiles rubbed a hand over his rounded stomach and pondered over being a statistic. He was 16 and pregnant; although by the time he gives birth he’ll be 17. He had one night with Derek; one glorious night after he found out the Alpha hadn’t killed him. That was 7 months ago and Stiles kind of feels guilty for doing all the stuff he did (running from crazy alpha’s, getting tossed around) before he knew he was pregnant. He was a Third, he knew he could get pregnant but since he was in love with Lydia he and his dad had decided that birth control wasn’t necessary, now he kind of regrets it.

He supposes it wouldn’t be so bad if Derek was more of a participant in the pregnancy. He went to the Sonogram appointments, checked up on him, bought the baby clothes and even had a nursery made in his new house, but Stiles wanted more. He supposed what he should say is he wants Derek to be more in his own personal life. When he asked Derek when the baby is born, if they could see if they could have a relationship other than having a kid together and Derek said no. They had one night together and that was it. And Stiles was fine with that, at least that’s what he told Derek. But on days like today, when they’re at his sonogram appointment and Derek is holding his hand he likes to pretend that there’s more to the touch then friendship.

He likes to pretend that Derek loves him as he wipes the tears from Stiles’ eyes when they tell them that the baby has finally gotten into a good enough position to see that it a boy, as Derek wipes the blue gel from his stomach and talks to his son as the OB/GYN prints pictures. He doesn’t correct his doctor when she calls them a couple; he’s too busy relishing in the moment of a nonexistent relationship.

He acts like it doesn’t hurt when Derek drops him off at his house with a simple see you later. He acts like he doesn’t see his dad slightly disappointed face when he walks inside. He hands his dad the pictures and acts like he doesn’t see his dad put them down without even looking. He goes up into his room and lies in bed. He tries not to think about how people at school stare, about how much he’s disappointed his dad. About how Scott is suddenly best friends with Jackson, or about how he no longer returns his calls.

Despite all the things running through his mind he can’t help but smile when he fells his baby kick. He rubs a hand over the taunt flesh and ponders about being a statistic. If being a statistic means he can’t be with who he wants to be, that he’s ignored, and he a disappointment; that’s okay. He’ll overcome what’s expected of him, he’ll find somebody better, and he’ll never let his son down. The being growing inside of him was his own little happiness.

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Rating: NC-17 overall this part PG-13
Word Count: 1820~
Author: [ profile] aleshia10
Warnings: (eventual) Bareback (Practice safe sex wear condoms!), rough sex, language
Parings: Derek/Stiles, Derek/Scott, Stiles/Scott, Derek/Scott/Stiles
Summary: Sequel to I'll Make You Stay. They figured it wouldn't be hard to make Stiles stay. A few well placed kisses and he would bend to their every whim. They didn't think they would actually have to work to make him fall in love with them.
Disclaimer: I own nothing work of total fiction

Morning After (1/?)

Stiles jerked awake and winced at the pain that shot through his lower half. "Okay I'm never taking two at once ever again." When the mumbled words finally registered in his head he flew from the bed. What in the hell was he thinking? Did he just...with Scott...with Derek? Oh dear lord and Scott said they were-and Derek agreed! Oh sweet lord he was gonna have a panic attack. He quickly pulled his clothes on (almost failing when he tried to hop and put his pants on) and let out a (girly) scream at the sound of his phone ringing. He scrambled to find his phone (Under the bed? How did that happen?) and answered it just in time to have his dad yell.

"Genim Stiles Stilinski!"

"H-hey dad." Stiles said nervously.

"Don't you 'hey dad' me! Where in the hell were you last night?"

"I was uhhh...with Scott?" More of a question then an answer.

"That's funny because I called his mother, and she told me that Scott said he was with you. At our house."

"Uhh yeah, see about that we stayed at a friend’s house last night."

"Uh huh and which friend would that be?"

"..." He mumbled something unintelligible.

"Excuse me?"

"D-Derek Hale?" He pulled the phone away from his ear and winced waiting for the yell he knew was coming.

"Derek Hale?"


"The same Derek Hale who you let me believe was a murderer? The same Derek Hale who's 24, which is 6 years older then you. The same Derek Hale who makes it a habit to hang around teenagers? The same Derek Hale that has an extremely sektchey past and probably equally as sketchy future?"




"You have 10 minutes to get here or you're grounded."

"You can't ground me I'm leaving for college in like a month."

"Stiles, don't make me come get you."

"I'll be home in 5." His dad was going to kill him when he got home. A calm dad was never a good sign. He checked his pockets to make sure his keys were still there and quickly made his way out of the room and down the hall towards the front door. As he neared the front door a sound caught his attention, it was coming from the kitchen.

So you know that awkward moment where you walk in on your best-friend having sex? No? Well stiles was free if that awkward moment too...until now. He quietly peeked his head around the corner and nearly passed out at the sight. Derek had Scott bent over the kitchen table and was fucking into him slowly. Scott's sleep pants were pulled halfway down his legs, and Derek's were down around his ankles. Nether wolf had on shirts and Scott’s skin was peppered with bite marks and hickies. Derek’s Chest was covered with scratches and bites which could have been from last night or from what they were just doing. Derek had a tight grip on the Beta's hair but it obviously didn't bother Scott any since he was moaning like a bitch in heat (Which admittedly wasn't the best analogy that he could've used but come on you gotta admit the noises coming out of Scott’s mouth could only be described by it).

Scott's mouth opened in a silent scream and his back arched. "I'm gonna come!" And he did, all over the kitchen table.

"Oh come on! I eat at that table!" Stiles felt his face heat up and froze as both wolves turned glowing eyes to him. He heard Derek let out a growly grunt, which he knew from last night, meant he just came. Scott let out a whimper and pressed back into Derek. "I'm just gonna..." He pointed behind him towards the door. "go." He ran (literally) out to his car and fumbled with his car keys. As he pulled the car door open it was stopped half way but a tan hand. He followed the hand up a tanned arm to meet his best friend’s confused face.

“Where are you going?”

“Home. My dad called.” Scott’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion but he nodded his head. “Can you let go of the door so I can go?” Scotts hand moved from the door to cup Stiles cheek and caressed the soft flesh with his thumb. “Okay that’s not what I meant.” Scott took another step towards Stiles pressing the smaller body against the side of the Jeep. “Scott?” Stiles was trapped between the hand on his cheek, the hot (heat hot not that kind of hot although Scott shirtless was hot) body in front, and an arm pressed against the hood of the car. His eyes widened and his breath hitched when Scott’s face moved closer. “Don’t!” But his whispered word was ignored and moist smooth lip pressed against his own.

Okay so kissing Scott was like the greatest thing since sliced bread. Okay it was way better then sliced bread but having those plush lips caress his own took away his thinking ability. He let out a whimper when his bottom was gently nibbled and opened his mouth. He was greeted by a hot tongue and the mixed flavor of Derek and Scott. He squeaked and pulled out of the kiss when Scott rolled his hips against his own and he felt a hard on forming in his pants. He felt Scott’s hot breath against his neck and shivered when lips ghosted across the exposed flesh. He moaned when his flesh was pulled into a hot mouth and laved with attention. Despite his better judgment (a.k.a. his hard on) he gathered all his will power and pushed Scott away. He glared at Scott’s smug look and climbed quickly into his car and pulling away.


He walked into his house and found his Dad sitting at the kitchen table waiting for him. “Have a seat Stiles.” Yeah…sitting was the last thing he wanted to do right now his ass was still sore from the freaking car ride. He gingerly took a seat across from his father and tried to act as if nothing was wrong. “What were you doing at Derek’s?” Stiles knew that tone. It was the ‘I already know what happened so just tell me the truth voice’.  And for some reason Stiles has yet to tell the truth when ever that tone was used (except for the one time when his Dad asked why he was looking up porn on his work computer, that didn’t end to well).

“We just hung out.”

“And hanging out with Derek involved him giving you those hickies?”

His hand instinctively went up to touch the bruised flesh on his neck. “That is a bruise from…wrestling. We were wrestling and I hit my neck on the leg of the coffee table.

“Stiles, I’m a cop, remember?”

“Okay so they’re hickies but I didn’t get them from Derek (at least not that one), it’s from Scott.” At the shocked look on his Dad’s face stiles realized what he said. “No! What I meant was-well you see-we just…please don’t tell his mom.” Stiles pleaded.

“So that’s why you guys go to Derek’s? So you can screw around? What else do you do there? Drink? Do drugs?”

“Dad it’s not like that!”

“It obviously is! You go to his house to have sex!”

“It’s not like that! It just happened; I had no intention of having sex with Scott again.”


Stiles could’ve smacked himself. “It only happened once before, at school, but that wasn’t planned either!”

“At school?!” Oh sweet Jesus he was digging his own grave and was going to put his Dad in an early one. Wait his Dad was getting up. Why was he getting up? And grabbing his car keys?


“I have to go take care of some things”

“Dad? Where are you going?”

“Stiles,” he let out a sigh. “I love you. Don’t you ever forget that, okay? I just…I just need a moment to digest okay?”

Stiles fidgeted nervously. “You…you’re coming back…right?”

“Of course Stiles I just need some alone time.” Stiles nodded and watched his Dad leave. When he could no longer hear the sound of his father’s car he slowly sank back into his seat and buried his head into his arms. As far as morning after’s goes, today could’ve gone a whole lot smoother.

The End of Chapter 1!

Okay so its multi chapter and I have an outline made up of what should go into each chapter. Story should be anywhere from 10-20 Chapters long each chapter around 1400 words some chapters may be way more but never less.

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Stiles didn't even have a chance to knock before the door was yanked open and he was pulled roughly inside and pressed against the door. "You're late."

"I'm sorry my Dad is a little bit more cautious about letting me leave since he found out I wasn't a blushing virgin." Stiles said sarcastically.

"Hardly a virgin and the only blush I saw was from your hole after having two cocks shoved inside." Stiles felt as if his face were on fire. I mean who says things like that with a serious face. I mean it's like He did it on purpose, trying to make him blush. Seriously the guy is a first class creep he-he was kissing him…well more like devouring his mouth. Stiles can honestly say if Derek keeps kissing him like this he is his guilt for lying to his Dad may totally be worth it.

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Masterpost of All Fiction


Jan. 2nd, 2012 12:04 am
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Don't know how many people are reading this but I'm posting it anyway. Okay so writers block has bitten me hard in the ass and refuses to let go. I have about 6 (possibly more) fics that I have stopped in the middle of because my muse has gone on a freaking vacation in the tropics and has left me in a snowy cold place with out even a fire to keep me warm. I have every bit of intention to write the next part of pretty much all my works I just need an idea to smack me in the face so I can move on and finish so many things that I've started. So please bare with me and hopefully soon I will have more things posted. (I also feel bad because I feel like I say that a lot but then something always happens where I don't post. Ugh I'm a horrible person)
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For the sake of my sanity I have decided to do a Masterpost for all my stories. It's small now but will definately grow.

Teen Wolf

Title: You Can't Leave Me (Complete)
Word Count:3145
Rating: R/NC-17
Warnings: PWP (slight plot), rimming, slash, threesome 

Parings: Derek/Stiles, Derek/Scott, Stiles/Scott, Derek/Scott/Stiles
Summary:In retrospect, Stiles should have seen this coming. I mean the whole Derek fucking Stiles through the mattress, and Scott fucking him through the wall should’ve told him something.
Disclaimer: I own nothing work of total fiction

Title: How To Fall In Love In 32 Days (a.k.a Sequel to You Can't Leave Me) (WIP)
Rating: NC-17 overall this part PG-13
Word Count: 1820~
Author[ profile] aleshia10
Warnings: (eventual) Bareback (Practice safe sex wear condoms!), rough sex, language
Parings: Derek/Stiles, Derek/Scott, Stiles/Scott, Derek/Scott/Stiles
Summary: Sequel to You Can't Leave Me. They figured it wouldn't be hard to make Stiles stay. A few well placed kisses and he would bend to their every whim. They didn't think they would actually have to work to make him fall in love with them.
Disclaimer: I own nothing work of total fiction
Title: Let's Pretend (Pt. 1)
Author: [ profile] aleshia10
Word Count: 511
Rating: PG
Summary:  He doesn't correct his doctor when she calls them a couple; he’s too busy relishing in the moment of a nonexistent relationship.
Warnings: Angst? Written in a rush.
Disclaimer: I make no money and I don’t own the characters or the people who play them.

Title: You And Me (Pt. 2)
Rating: pg-13
Author: [ profile] aleshia10
Word count: 992
Summary: “Daddy may be gone, and he may not even like me, but I’ll have you forever and always.” Pretend!Verse
Warning: Slightly graphic-ish birthing process not much just erring on the side of caution.

Title: Strike Three (Pt.3)
Author: [ profile] aleshia10
Word Count: 693
Rating: PG
Summary:  What made him growl was the fact that Stiles was at the restaurant with a wolf that wasn’t Derek and wasn’t someone in their pack, and to make matters worse he was touching his son. Pretending!Verse
Warnings: Written in a rush.Disclaimer: I make no money and I don’t own the characters or the people who play them.


Title: Starting Anew (WIP)
Word Count: WIP
Warnings: Description of child abuse, Violence, Language, Smut, Rimming, Toys
Characters/Pairings: Jensen Ackles/Jared Padalecki, Chris Kane/Steve Carlson, Chad Murray/James Lafferty, Tom Welling/Mike Rosenbaum, and Dean Ackles/Misha Collins, Genevieve Cortese, Danneel Harris, David Boreanaz, Sophia Bush, and Jason Manns (others mentioned).
Summary: Jensen is the average man, a second grade teacher, and has a identical twin brother who teaches high school. He just got out of a bad relationship and isn't looking for anything new. Jared is a recently single father, a successful actor, and not looking for much. When Jensen finds his son lost in the store, a friendship forms that could definitely turn into more.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, this never happened, totally fake!

Title: Alpha's and Omega (Complete)
Word count: 1,713
Pairing: J2/Misha
Rating: Hard R/NC-17
Summary: PWP, Misha’s 1st heat....enough said
Warning: Knotting, underage,  Age difference (Jared 27/Jensen 29/Misha 15), slight bondage(hands tied), Needy!Heat!Misha.


Title: Musical Drabbles (Complete)
Summary: 10 drabbles based on the songs that my itunes picked on shuffle
Rating:G-as close to NC-17 as you can get in 3 minuets
Warnings: Smut & Toys
Characters: Jared/Jensen, Jeff, Chad, Chris
Word Count: ~2,300
Disclaimer: I own nothing and this most definitely, never happened

Title: Undercover Lover (complete)
Rating:Strong R close to NC-17Warning: Sex and violence
Disclaimer: Completely fake
Written For: spn_hardcore's 2nd 'Mpreg' - Meme
Prompt:Jensen used to be one of the best undercover cops doing the job then he went undercover in the Padalecki organization and fell for the top boss, Jared. Jensen was so very compromised, and couldn't turn Jared in - someone else had to do that. When they finally came to arrest Jared, Jensen had just found out he was pregnant. Jensen didn't tell anyone about his baby, especially since the angry cops who finally arrested Jared burned Jensen's cover - outing him as a cop to Jared and all his most trusted crew.
Jensen knew that he had to run - in a few months he would be too vulnerable, heavily pregnant with the baby. He also knew that the charges against Jared and company might not stick as well as the cops thought and Jensen had to protect his coming little one, it was the last piece of Jared he was allowed to have.
Bonus points: Jared always knew Jensen was a cop; Jared finds Jensen heavily pregnant and has to keep his crew from hurting him

Title: Undercover Lover (Complete & Chinese)
Translated by: [ profile] nor_noreen
Strong R close to NC-17

Warning: Sex and violence
Disclaimer: Completely fake
Written For: spn_hardcore's 2nd 'Mpreg' - Meme
There are some truely amazing people in the world. About a month or so ago [ profile] nor_noreen asked to translate Undercover Lover and I was so excited how could I possibly say no. So I am happy to present to you my first EVER translated fic. It's in Chinese and I can't read a lick of it but I still go to it just to look at it.


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