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Hi! I'm looking for a Sterek fic where Stiles admits his feelings to Derek and Derek kisses Braeden in front of Stiles at the pack meeting to get the point across that he doesn't feel the same way. The rest of the pack gets mad that Derek hurt Stiles' feelings like that.
Hi anon! @dramione321 found this one.
With Tears in My Eyes by Dexterous_Sinistrous
(7/7 I 55,043 I Explicit I Sterek)
Stiles Stilinski never thought much about his relationship with Derek Hale. He didn't have to because Derek was always there for him. That is, until Braeden entered the picture. Derek seems happy, and Stiles takes comfort knowing that the broody werewolf is less broody.
Stiles, however, is hit full force by his feelings when Derek is injured at La Iglesia. He realizes then, that everything he has felt for Derek is more than what he originally thought. He struggles with coming to terms with them, and finally, with the advise of Scott, takes the first step to doing something about it.
With fear and hope guiding him, Stiles tries to tell Derek the truth. But nobody said love was going to be easy.
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hiii random question: favorite animal shifter for all the non-wolves in the show (including Lydia bc she deserves some fur too)???
Ooh, fun question, I haven't thought about this for many of them. Generally speaking, my favourite/go-to animal for shifters that aren't wolves tend to be foxes or felines.
My favourite for Stiles will always be a fox. Kira's already a Kitsune, so I really enjoy her as a fox as well. Your fics are entirely at fault for me now defaulting to Chris & Allison as fox shifters as well, particularly silver foxes. I could also see Noah as a silver/black fox, but I'm leaning more towards brown bear for him.
(While fox is my favourite/go-to for Stiles, I came across ocelot while thinking about this list and now I really wanna see Stiles as an ocelot.)
Lydia would either be a lioness or a bird of prey like an owl or peregrine falcon.
I could see Braeden as a wolf or cheetah, maybe a hawk
Melissa would be a brown bear or a sea otter
Victoria would be some form of hawk or a lion
Kate's a snow leopard
Corey is a fennec fox
Mason would be a crow (I also got kinda stuck on the idea of him being a capybara lol. or a hedgehog.)
Is my bias showing if I say that Deaton would be a black mamba or coastal taipan? 🤪
Marin is a raven
I could see Hayden as a jackal, hyena, or jackrabbit
Coach would be a hyena
Danny is some type of panther
As a group, I really like the Argents as a pride of lions
(Like I said, most of these I've never really thought of before, but some of these now that I've thought of them I really like lol)
Content: Smut, The title says it all, Oral Male Receiving, facial, praise n Degradation
The plates were nearly empty, the low lighting in Braeden’s apartment casting a warm, golden glow over the wooden table. You’d both taken your time with dinner pasta, a little wine, easy conversation that had slowly grown more charged as the night went on. Braeden leaned back in his chair, his long fingers lazily tracing the rim of his wine glass. His eyes, dark and playful, stayed locked on you with that signature half-smirk that always made your stomach flip.
He let the comfortable silence stretch for a moment before tilting his head, voice low and smooth.
“So… I’ve been thinking,” he started, his tone casual but carrying that unmistakable edge. “Have you ever played strip poker?”
You blinked, a small surprised laugh escaping your lips as you set your fork down. The question hung in the air between you, electric.
“Strip poker?” you repeated, eyebrows raised. “I’ve heard of it, obviously. But no… I’ve never actually played.”
Braeden’s smirk deepened, slow and dangerous. He leaned forward slightly, elbows on the table, gaze dragging over you like he was already imagining how the night was going to unfold.
“Never?” he asked, voice dropping an octave, husky with interest. “Not even once? Not even some drunk college version?”
You shook your head, feeling heat creep up your neck under the intensity of his stare. “Nope. Never.”
He hummed softly, biting his lower lip for a second as his eyes flickered with clear hunger. The air between you felt thicker now, heavier with promise.“Well then…” murmured, his fingers drumming once against the table. “Maybe tonight we fix that.”
Braeden chuckled softly at your answer, the sound low and warm in his chest. He pushed his chair back and stood up, walking over to the drawer in the living room cabinet. You watched the way his black t-shirt stretched across his shoulders as he reached inside and pulled out a brand new deck of cards, still sealed.
He came back to the table, ripping the plastic off with his teeth before shuffling the deck with practiced, elegant hands. The cards flew smoothly between his fingers as he sat down again, closer this time, his knee brushing against yours under the table.
“Alright,” he said, voice calm and deep, eyes never leaving yours. “I’ll explain it properly so there’s no confusion.”
He dealt a few cards face up on the table to demonstrate, his tone steady but laced with heat.“Five-card draw. We each get five cards. After the deal, you can choose to discard up to three and I’ll give you new ones. Best hand wins the round. Nothing wild — just standard poker rankings: high card, pair, two pair, three of a kind, straight, flush, full house, four of a kind, straight flush. We’ll play multiple rounds.”
Braeden’s gaze dropped slowly to your lips, then back up.“Every time you lose a round, you take off one piece of clothing. Shoes and socks count. We keep going until someone’s naked… or until we decide we’re done with the cards.”
He leaned in a little closer, elbows on the table, the corner of his mouth lifting.“And here’s my rule. The person who loses the most rounds by the end has to do whatever the winner wants for the rest of the night. No limits. No backing out.”
His eyes darkened, voice dropping even lower, almost a murmur.“So… you still want to play?”
You felt your pulse quicken under his intense stare, the new rule hanging heavy in the air between you. A slow, wicked smile curved your lips as you held his gaze.“Yeah,” you said, voice soft but certain. “I want to play.”
The second the words left your mouth, Braeden’s eyes flashed with raw hunger. Without a word, he stood up, pushed his chair back, and rounded the table in one smooth motion. His hands slid under your thighs and he lifted you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you toward the open living room floor.
You let out a surprised laugh, your arms looping around his neck. The way he held you — strong, confident, like he’d been waiting for this exact moment — made heat flood straight between your legs.
He lowered you gently onto the soft rug in the middle of the living room, kneeling with you so your back met the floor while he hovered above, his body caging yours. The cards and the rest of the wine were forgotten on the dining table behind you.
“Wow…” you breathed, half-laughing, half-aroused as you looked up at him. “We’re really going all in, huh?”
Braeden smirked down at you, his dark hair falling slightly over his eyes. He leaned in close, lips brushing the shell of your ear, voice low and filthy.“Oh, baby… you have no idea how all in we’re about to get.”
His hand slid slowly up your thigh, squeezing possessively as he pulled back just enough to look at you, pupils blown wide with want.“Still sure you want to play?”
You didn’t even let him finish the question.
You pulled him down by the back of his neck and kissed him hard, hungry, tongues sliding together instantly. Braeden groaned into your mouth, the sound deep and rough as he kissed you back like he wanted to devour you right there on the rug. His body pressed heavier between your legs, one hand gripping your hip tight enough to leave marks.
After a few heated seconds he forced himself to pull back, breathing ragged, lips wet and slightly swollen.
“Fuck… baby, wait,” he murmured, voice husky and strained. “Let me start the game or we’re never actually gonna play.”
You let out a soft, breathless laugh, still dazed from the kiss. Braeden sat up on his knees, adjusting the obvious bulge in his pants without shame before grabbing the deck from the table. He dealt five cards to each of you right there on the floor, the cards sliding smoothly across the rug.
His eyes kept flicking back to you — dark, filthy, full of promise — as he picked up his own hand.“Five cards. Discard what you don’t want,” he said, voice low. “Then we show.”
He watched you like a predator while you looked at your cards, that dangerous little smirk playing on his lips again.“Your move, princess.”
You stared at your cards, eyebrows furrowed in genuine confusion. None of it made much sense — you knew the basic idea of poker, but the actual combinations felt like a blur. You shifted on the rug, biting your lip as you tried to figure out what the hell you were supposed to do.
Braeden watched you with dark, amused eyes, his smirk growing wider the longer you struggled.
“Having a little trouble there, baby?” he asked, voice low and teasing. He glanced at his own hand, then back at you. “Don’t worry. Since it’s your first round and you’ve never played… I’ll go easy on you this time.”
Without breaking eye contact, Braeden reached behind his neck, grabbed the collar of his black t-shirt, and pulled it off in one smooth motion. His toned chest and stomach were exposed, the soft lighting catching on the light sheen of sweat already starting to form on his skin. He tossed the shirt aside carelessly.
Your mouth went a little dry at the sight.
“But…” he continued, leaning forward on his hands, voice dropping into that filthy register again, “for the next round, we’re doubling it. Loser takes off two pieces instead of one. You good with that?”
He raised an eyebrow, waiting, his bare shoulders flexing slightly as he shifted closer to you on the rug. The heat in his gaze made it very clear he was already imagining you losing the next hand.
The next few rounds went by fast, and the cards were not on your side.
Braeden’s smirk only grew darker with every hand he won. You lost the second round, then the third, then the fourth. Each loss made your cheeks burn hotter as you peeled off piece after piece under his hungry stare.
First your socks.
Then your shirt, revealing your bra.
Then your jeans, sliding slowly down your legs while Braeden’s eyes followed every inch like he wanted to bite them.
Then your bra, your tits spilling free into the cool air of the apartment, nipples already hard from the tension and his gaze.
By the fifth round you were down to just your panties — a thin, black lace pair that was already damp. You sat there on the rug, knees pressed together, almost completely naked while Braeden still had his pants on, looking far too composed and dangerously turned on.
He leaned back on one hand, slowly licking his bottom lip as his eyes dragged over your bare body like he was memorizing it.
“Fuck, look at you…” he murmured, voice thick with lust. “Losing this bad already, baby? You’re making it way too easy for me.”
He dealt the next hand, but his attention was barely on the cards anymore. His free hand reached out, fingertips lightly tracing up your bare thigh, stopping just before he reached the edge of your panties.
“You’ve only got one piece left,” he said lowly, eyes locked on yours. “If you lose this round… those pretty little panties come off. And then you’re all mine.”
His voice dropped even lower, filthy and promising.
“And I’ve been waiting to see how wet that pussy is for me.”
You swallowed hard, heart hammering in your chest as you sat there practically naked on the rug, the cool air brushing over your exposed skin. Braeden’s fingers were still teasing the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, dangerously close to where you were already soaked.
“Not now,” you said breathlessly, catching his wrist before he could push further. Your voice came out softer than you meant, but you held his gaze. “You said… whoever loses the most rounds has to do whatever the winner wants for the rest of the night. Remember?”
Braeden paused, tilting his head as a slow, filthy grin spread across his face. He let out a low, dark chuckle, eyes gleaming with pure lust as he looked you up and down — your tits out, nipples tight, thighs pressed together, only that tiny black lace covering your pussy.
“Oh, I remember,” he murmured, voice rough and dripping with hunger. He leaned in closer, his bare chest almost brushing against your breasts. “So you’re really trying to lose on purpose now, huh?”
He licked his lips slowly, gaze dropping to your mouth before coming back up.“Wow… you really love sucking my cock that much, baby?”
His words were low, dirty, and unfiltered, sending a fresh wave of heat straight to your core. He cupped your jaw with one hand, thumb brushing over your bottom lip as he smirked.“Because if you keep losing like this… that’s exactly what you’re gonna be doing. On your knees, choking on me while I tell you how pretty you look with my dick down your throat.”
He leaned in and bit your lower lip gently, voice barely above a whisper.“Still wanna keep playing… or are you ready to admit you want to lose?”
You looked up at him, cheeks burning, pussy throbbing from his filthy words. There was no point pretending anymore.“Yeah… I admit it,” you whispered, voice shaky with arousal. “I lost on purpose.”
Braeden’s eyes darkened instantly, a low, hungry groan rumbling in his chest. That confession seemed to flip a switch in him.
“Fuck, baby…” he muttered, voice thick with lust.
Before he could say anything else, you moved forward on your knees, hands greedy and eager. You grabbed the waistband of his pants and tugged them down hard, taking his boxer briefs with them in one pull. His hard cock sprang free, thick, heavy, and already leaking at the tip. It bobbed right in front of your face, veins pulsing, the head flushed and glossy.
You wrapped your fingers around the base, feeling how hot and heavy he was. Braeden hissed through his teeth, hips twitching forward instinctively.
“Look at you…” he breathed, one hand sliding into your hair, gripping it firmly but not pulling yet. “So fucking desperate to choke on my cock that you threw the whole game.”
He watched with dark, blown-out eyes as you stroked him slowly, your other hand resting on his toned thigh. His pants and boxers were bunched around his ankles, but he didn’t bother kicking them off.
“You wanted this so bad, didn’t you?” he groaned, thumb brushing your cheek. “Admit it again while you’re on your knees like a good little slut for me.”
You didn’t hesitate.
Still on your knees, you leaned forward and dragged your tongue slowly across the swollen tip of his cock in soft, teasing kitten licks. You swirled around the head, tasting the salty precum that was leaking steadily for you, eyes looking up at him the whole time.
Braeden groaned deeply, his grip tightening in your hair as he watched you.“Fuuuck… that’s it, baby,” he praised, voice rough and low. “Look at you, being such a good little cockslut already. Those pretty kitten licks… so fucking cute and filthy at the same time.”
He let out a shaky breath when you licked a slow stripe right under the head, right where he was most sensitive.
“Yeah? You love tasting me, don’t you?” he murmured, mixing praise with that dark edge. “My sweet girl on her knees licking my dick like a desperate little whore. So pretty with your tongue out like that… but we both know you can do better than just teasing, can’t you?”
Braeden’s hand guided your head a little closer, not forcing you, but clearly impatient.“Keep going, princess. Lick every fucking drop like the needy cumslut you are. You threw the game just so you could worship this cock… now show me how much you fucking love it.”
His words sent heat flooding through your body as you continued those soft, wet kitten licks, swirling your tongue around his throbbing tip while he watched you with dark, hooded eyes.
You didn’t wait any longer.
With your eyes locked on his, you parted your lips and took Braeden’s thick cock into your mouth, sliding down slowly until the head hit the back of your throat. He let out a deep, guttural groan, his fingers tightening in your hair as wet heat enveloped him.
“Shit… just like that, baby,” he growled, voice hoarse with pleasure. “Fuck, your mouth feels so good. Warm, wet little slut taking me so deep already.”
You started bobbing your head, sucking him with sloppy, eager strokes — hollowing your cheeks on the way up, swirling your tongue around the underside on the way down. Obscene wet sounds filled the living room as you worked him faster, spit already dripping down his shaft and onto your chin.
Braeden’s hips bucked slightly, pushing a little deeper into your throat every few thrusts.
“That’s my good girl,” he praised breathlessly, looking down at you with dark, lust-drunk eyes. “Sucking my cock like you were fucking born for it. Look at you — on your knees, tits out, choking on every inch like a desperate cumslut.”
He groaned louder when you relaxed your throat and took him even deeper, nose brushing against his pelvis.“Fuuuck, yes… just like that. You threw the game just so you could swallow my dick, didn’t you? Such a nasty, cock-hungry little whore for me.”
His hand guided your rhythm, not too rough but firm, fucking your mouth with controlled thrusts while you moaned around him, the vibrations making his thighs tense.“You’re doing so fucking good, baby… keep sucking just like that and I might reward that pretty throat.”
Braeden’s breathing grew ragged, his grip in your hair tightening as you sucked him harder, faster, taking him deep into your throat with wet, filthy sounds. Spit ran down your chin and dripped onto your bare tits while you moaned around his thick cock, eyes watering but never breaking eye contact.
“Fuck— baby, I’m close,” he groaned, voice wrecked and deep. “You’re gonna make me cum so fucking hard…”
He pulled you off his cock with a wet pop, stroking himself fast with one hand while the other kept your head in place. His eyes were dark, pupils blown as he looked down at your messy, eager face.
“Open your mouth. Tongue out,” he ordered, breathing heavy.
You obeyed instantly, sticking your tongue out like a good little slut, eyes locked on his as he pumped his slick cock right in front of you.
“That’s it… my pretty cumslut,” he growled, voice shaking with pleasure. “Gonna paint that beautiful face. Fuck—”
With a deep, broken moan, Braeden came hard.
Thick ropes of hot cum shot across your face — landing on your tongue, your cheeks, your lips, and dripping down your chin. He kept stroking himself through it, milking every last drop onto your skin while groaning your name under his breath. Some of it landed on your tits, sliding down slowly over your hard nipples.
You stayed there on your knees, breathing hard, face covered in his cum, looking up at him with hazy, satisfied eyes.
Braeden stared down at you for a long moment, chest heaving, then let out a low, possessive chuckle. He ran his thumb across your bottom lip, smearing his cum a little more.
“Fuck… look at you,” he murmured, voice soft but still filthy. “All messy and pretty with my load all over your face. Such a good girl for me.”
He leaned down and kissed you deep, tasting himself on your tongue, before pulling back with a dark smirk.
“Now… let’s get you cleaned up, baby. We’re not done yet.”
