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Squared Away by Suaine

(1/1 I 15,809 I Teen I Sterek)

Alpha LT Derek Hale gets a promotion, a pack, and a mission. Stiles is a complication.

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We Fight Monsters Together by scarlettletterr

(1/1 I 11,555 I Explicit I Sterek)

Derek Hale doesn't trust humans anymore and is determined to pilot his family’s mecha alone. Too bad he doesn't get a choice when he's paired up with the brightest most sarcastic human mind to ever come out of Beacon Hills in the form of Stiles Stilinski.

Second Galaxy to the Right and Straight On Til Morning by spurklie

(1/1 I 16,679 I Explicit I Sterek)

Stiles is reading reports on his tablet and drinking from a bottle of water in the base mess hall when he realises there is someone standing at his table. Dragging his eyes up from the calculations, he chokes on his water and then spits some all over Derek, who barely flinches.

Ultra Violet by ElisAttack

(3/3 I 16,836 I Teen I Sterek)

"There's no way he's a quarian. Least of all the quarian prince we're supposed to be escorting." Erica whines, and Derek wonders why he named her his staff lieutenant, she has no tact whatsoever.

"I'm sorry, but you must be a level 4 friend to unlock my tragic back-story." The prince jokes. "And call me Stiles, even I can't pronounce my actual name."

Or the one where Derek and his crew are assigned to be the glorified babysitter of an alien prince, and everything is not as it seems.

Triton's Folly by Kaye_Fraser, S3anchaidh

(8/8 I 46,185 I Teen I Sterek)

As an officer in the United Earth Alliance, Major Derek Hale understands the order of things and his place in the world. Yet, a decade of war and a lifetime of dedicated service have taken its toll. The only thing that has kept him sane all these years is the video logs of a scientist he’d found years ago, buried in the rubble of a research station on Callisto. He knows that the man in the videos – Stiles – is long gone, lost to the vastness of space, but to Derek, he’s alive. In fact, he thinks he has fallen half in love with the boundless energy and bright-eyed optimism of the image he sees on his screen. Then, everything changes when a fateful mission strands him on the surface of a desolate moon … and brings him face-to-face with a man he had only ever dreamed of meeting.

Relationships That Start Under Intense Circumstances by seraphina_snape

(1/1 I 59,448 I Explicit I Sterek)

In a world where werewolves are a normal part of life and the Argents have turned from being hunters into leading one of the biggest pro-wolf organizations in the US, Stiles is the newly promoted assistant head of the Argent Weapons International R&D department. When he uncovers a conspiracy and finds evidence of an anti-werewolf movement that spreads into the highest positions at AWI, he knows he must do what he can to stop Kate and Gerard Argent from destroying what the rest of the Argents (and the rest of the world) have worked for so hard.

Things get a little complicated when Kate and Gerard turn the tables on Stiles and accuse him of treason and espionage. On the run and with killers on his tail to shut him up, Stiles has to find a way to stop the release of a dangerous product, prove his innocence and find a way to implicate Kate and Gerard in the conspiracy. With his dad, Scott and Allison in danger from Kate and Gerard, Stiles is incredibly grateful when he meets Derek Hale who promptly saves his life. But it soon becomes clear that Derek is hiding something that could be the undoing of Stiles and everything he's trying to do.

Specialized Technical Intelligence and Logistics for Earth and Space (S.T.I.L.E.S) by Yiichi

(10/10 I 73,419 I Not Rated I Sterek)

“What the hell kind of a name is Stiles?” he asked.

“You know, a series of sounds spoken in a particular sequence that represent my identity, primarily, referring to me?“ the AI – Stiles – answered cheekily, crossing his own arms in front of his chest, mirroring Derek’s position.

“Ooh, this one’s feisty,” Peter smirked.

War Crimes by loserchic

(69/69 I 81,840 I Mature I Sterek)

This story was written with a female reader in mind, but the said husband is up to you to decide which character to pick. As they say, any of your favorites work perfectly.

Summary: Being a brat works only if you play your cards right, but she doesn’t fold when the shake, rattle and roll are a courtesy of the beloved.

HIS Pov:

I had a very intricate plan of teasing my beloved all throughout the day, touching her a tad too long before the both of us heading to work for the day, the first thing I do in the morning is kissing her passionately and almost servicing her to bury my tongue deep inside her, but “Oh, look at the time, we need to get ready or we’ll be late,” then for dinner all my sly innuendos are seemingly going unnoticed and right before bed being a brat for her to tame. All my words with double meaning, all my jokes and touches and lingering glances and needing her attention all the time and desiring so deeply to be noticed and for me to be under her mercy.

Right before going to bed, straight cleaned from her shower, she comes in our bedroom, swaying her hips and enticing me to look at her. She knows how to catch my attention, and oh God, does she have my undivided attention at every point in time. She gets on the bed, all pretty and slightly red from the boiling water she washed herself with. The veins of her arms pop out even more and I think about the way she fantasizes about my hands, how much she likes them. I pretend to read the book I am holding for a couple more minutes, while she ogles me like she is going to devour me whole, nothing but a tasty piece of candy to her. My skin is burning with anticipation, practically feeling the wheels in her head turning with that mischevious glint in her eyes. She gets on top of me, puts her delicate hands on my shoulders gently and watches me tremble. “What are you doing, sweetheart?” I say trying to sound grounded, but it’s nothing more than a peculiar attempt of not letting her show how much she affects me.

Her sultry eyes beat in comparison with my puppy ones, so soft and innocent, so doe like and full of devotion and love, you wouldn’t think my cock is already rock hard underneath my pijama pants.

She takes the book out of my hands and places the bookmark on the last page my eyes skimmed before she entered the room. She then discards it on the nightstand and places her hand, firm and warm on my chin, tilting it for me to look up to her. From my eyes, she looks like an angel sent from above, my deity I shall forever service and adore. There’s not anything in this world I wouldn’t do for this woman.

I gulp, realising I’m already melting in her grasp and the eyes she gives me are nothing short of filthy, demanding me to strip naked and lie bare for her, like a white canvas destined to be painted by her lips, by those pretty lips that make me want to live. She wants to mark me, show everyone that I’m hers and only hers, that I am the biggest slut for everything she has to offer me. As if the wedding bands on our ring fingers aren’t obvious enough.

“I wanna ride you, babyboy.”

Oh God, I feel as if I’m going to pass out any minute. I whimper and her grind spreads across my lap, almost sadistically as a wicked smirk appears.

“A-Anything for you, m-my love,” I stutter and embarass myself in front of her. She doesn’t take it as such though, her hands now roaming my body. I wonder if she’s going to touch me there—

“Ah! F-fuck, please!” I say through already panted breathes.

“Please what, babyboy?” She asks me, altough she is the furhtest thing from unknowing of my growing desire.

“Please, please please make love to me, mommy…pretty please, please…Ah! I need it, mommy, I need your warm pussy to envelop me whole…Ughhh…please, m-mommy!”

Her whole attitude changes, her pace fastening and eyes growing wide then twisting into a dark look, her pretty eyes almost covered by the want I have taken out of her.

God, how I loved the sight.

She undresses me, gentler than ever, takes her lips and does exactly what my body is meant to take. Meant to be appreciative of. She kisses my scars soflty, understands the pain behind them and thinks I am still as beautiful with them.

“You’re so gorgeous, I can barely control myself from what I’m about to do to you,”

Holy…I didn’t expect to let out the loud moan I did, but she seems more than satisfied.

“Pretty please, mommy, take me…I-ah…I promise I’ll be your g-good boy,” I say, my breathing starting to pick up at the view of her bare, beautiful, supple breats that look tastier than ever. I want to touch her, feel the heat beneath my fingertips whenever I graze her alluring skin with my touch. The touch that makes her come undone every time I lay my hands on the astonishing wife I claim as my own. How lucky could I have been, Lord, for her to be my own blessing?

“Oh, yeah, pretty boy? You promise you’ll be good? Take it like the perfect slut that you are for mommy?”

“Yes, yes, yessss….Please, pretty please,”

She postitions me with her entrance, the closing gap already making my insides turn with the thrill of being inside her.

She takes my head, angles it towards her lips and all I feel is instant bliss as her warm, wet walls envelop me whole, taking my breath away with me. Her gummy walls satiate my hunger for her, the vein on my cock promitent, pulsating with desire for her to start moving, to give me what I crave most. But first, she needs to adjust, stay for a bit in place and bite her lip and squeeze her gorgeous eyes because her tiny hole can’t take all of me this easily…I’m big, way to big for her pretty cunt, yet she takes every agonizing, delicious and unforgiving inch of me and she looks extremely delightful while doing it, too. On our wedding night, I wasn’t only scared not to hurt her but I was wondering if I would be too big for her to fit me all inside…but, she demonstrated and showed me her pleasure is deliberate, all consuming and ever-lasting when she takes me, when her gushy walls clench so fiercely on my dick I hardly dare to breathe. I’m the luckiest bastard alive.

It’s a tight squeeze, really tight squeeze, her arousal dripping all over my length, yet without the proper preparation, it may still hurt her. The thought of me creating any harm towards her fills me with a sense of despair, therefore I take her exposed nipple right into my mouth to quench my thirst for her approval, for her insatiable moans and hushed groans of pleasure so extreme, eyes roll back into your skull, stars and galaxies erupt behind your eyelids and all inhibitions are laid down.

She’s charming and ruthless and being in her proximity is akin to having the midday sun beat down on my bare face. I love and cherish her so deeply I could cry right this minute, but only happy tears. My tongue dances on her skin gracefully, the gentleman in me saying I must be gentle and loving, yet the whore in me, only for her though, says I need to suck on the bud with fervor, paint her pretty and smooth skin with my marks of neediness and let her breasts glisten with saliva in my wake. It’s all so nasty, so filthy, so hot, yet so right all at the same time. My salacious tongue swirling around the other nipple makes lewd moans spill out, sounds of pleasure so heavenly and immense I want to bask in them forever.

She grips the back of my head, my locks intertwined with her silky fingers and she drags her nails across my scalp, pushing and pulling at my head to bury itself into her plush breasts and it’s almost as if she wants to suffocate me and stuff my mouth full of her delicate flesh, all for me to ravage. Oh, what a way to go would that be…

Her so called composure crumbles steadily, with small steps of assurance, claiming every fiber of my being once again. She starts her pace slow, inviting me to believe she isn’t going to wreck me whole this time, that I will bathe in the perversion of her astonishing clenches and throbbing of her pussy slowly, that I have nothing to fear and everything is going to be ok. And it will be, and it is. With her on top of me I feel as it’s only now right to shamelessly offer my indulgence for my amazing wife. She’s all I ever wanted and all I ever wish for in this life.

“F-Fuck, mommy, you feel so good, s-so-AH-so good, my love,” escapes the confines of my mouth with an obscene whimper.

“Mmm, oh, yeah, babyboy? You feel good with your pretty cock inside of me, sweet boy?” Too busy moaning and grunting, I could barely hear her, therefore the harsh slap of the back of her hand landing on my flushed cheek comes as a surprise, my gasp and pitiful whimpers, not so much of a surprise to her, though. I know as much not to disobey her orders or not answer one of her inquiries. I wouldn’t want to upset her, ever, or take lightly any of her requests, therefore her sadistic smile as I sniffle and catch my breath from the shock of her roughness and blaring dominance spreads widely, a twisted and cruel grin she gets off on, her cunt leaking arousal on my length from my pain and pleasure.

She giggles sweetly then takes my neck between her delicate fingers tightly, chocking my air supply slightly and fixing me with a fiery gaze: “I asked you a question, you little slut. I thought you’d be a good boy and answer me honestly.”

Scrambling my brain for what she asked me prior, wide eyed and panic shot eyes trying to decipher an answer as quickly as possible.

“I-…I do feel good, mommy, s-so so good with my cock inside you, I’m sorry…” a slight sniffle and a chocked sob once she moved her hips again, rolling them and keeping my dick locked in place, deep in her cervix “Ahhh…really sorry I didn’t-mmmmm…-didn’t aswer you before mommy, please, please, p-please forgive me,”

“I forgive you, pretty boy, I forgive you…Ohhh, but you’ll have to be a good boy from now on if you want to cum, baby,”

“T-Thank you, thank you so much, m-mommy, I promise I’ll be a good boy, I want to c-cum, please, I really want to,” honeyed wails and sizzling moans and bewildering enjoyment I could barely breathe, but truthfully, she was all I needed in order to live, to be at peace.

A full galaxy of love and an entire universe of gratitude and an infinity all of her would be my undying wish.

My windpipe is still firmly under her ministatrions, my pulsating cock in her throbbing, wet heat and another humiliating question that makes my length jump and desperately want to cum before being granted permission is thrown at me like a cricket ball, and it goes straight to my cock.

“Do you think you deserve to cum? How about you tell me how much you need it and prove to me how much you want it, huh? You were such a brat today, all bewitching and teasing and being an attention whore, where is your sense of dignity, hmm? You little, desperate slut for mommy, couldn’t you have waited or at least be good this morning and give me what we both desired? Couldn’t you have been a good boy and just ask me to indulge in your advances?” Her merciless pace doesn’t stop, now dropping her hips in a rapid manner and building up my release faster than ever.

“F-Fuck! I…ahhh-I really need to cum, mommy, really really r-really need to and I want it, want it so much, please, please, p-pretty please, I’m begging you, please!” my pitiful whimpers and husky whisperings of desire and degeneracy filling the air around us. She is degrading me so effortlessly it comes as second nature to her lips, her voice full of mirth and double-edged sharpness, glazing my ears in honey, akin a starved man, distinguished in his prophecy of consuming the precious honeycomb and drinking her sugary, all too sweet coating up, bit by bit until she runs dry and has to replenish her body, taken care of by none other than her devoted and doting husband.

“Oh, but nooo! You just had to act like a stupid little brat and rile me up all day and be a needy fucking bitch,” her swift pace and roll of her hips doesn’t falter, hard slaps of her spasming hole so intricate and forceful my loudness is probably able to be heard by the neighbours and get a noise complaint…and our house is in a remote area. “Next time you want to act like a slut, refrain yourself and ask nicely, maybe then I can be gentle with you and offer you the praise you desperately want. Now, be a good boy and c-cum after you apologise.”

The confides of her pleasure are barely contained, finally letting her mask of unbotheredness slip away to the massive satisfaction I am bringing her. A swell of pride licks at my spine, then settles in my stomach, where the tense knot that is about to abruptly crumble and untie itself, finds its place and reminds me to use my hoarse voice for something other than moaning like a dirty whore: “Yes, y-yes, I’ll be good next time, I promise I’ll be good, I want everything you give me, AH, thank you, thank you d- deeply, mommyyy!!”

Screaming so intensely my voice shrieks, words all slurred and slandared, our visions of eachother, forehead to forehead, our eyes locked on the only thing that truly matters, us, our sight suddenly turning white, her grasp on my neck thightening and then gleefully letting go completely, our hearing vanishing and mind thumping, my thoughts leaving me completely as her traslucent cum seeps in the skin of my strained cock, her walls caving in and clenching outstandingly tight around me…

Finally, sweet release, on the brink of soothing dulcet tones and wide, genuine, full of love smiles, I cum, so hard my ropes of white stickiness paint across and smear her hot, gummy insides with an undoubtely gigantic amount of cum, it leakes out of her as her pretty thighs sit snugly around my, in her words, “slutty waist”, my now softening cock stuffing her to the brim with my seed.

She smiles down at me, so beautiful I believe oxygen is overrated, and kisses me deeply, yet gently and subsided in comparison with the unfolding of tonight.

Her lips nibble on my lower one, asking patiently to let her into my mouth, and this intrusion is highly coveted, always allowed. All fucked out, we are in bliss, my hair is dishevelled, my eyes rowdy and covered in a film of paradise, a lifelike vignette of enchantment alike a bursting of a supernova, so great you seem to be fucked dumb by it, and if my chest finally rising and falling at a declining speed, my scorching, rosy face, and thinking muddled by all thoughts of just her aren’t any indication of that, I clearly don’t know what is, because both of our expressions drop, all stress and raging desire finally tamed, the brat inside of me gratified for some undetermined time before all of this happens again.

“Let’s get ourselves cleaned up, hmm?” She says in a gentle and soft tone, a stark difference to the stern and curt one she used while dominating and claiming every part of my being. “You were so good for me, my sweet boy, so very good for me and obedient finally, pliant and pretty and oh, so pleasent for me, thank you, babyboy, I’m really proud of you.” Kisses trailed all across my face, a pattern my mind is too worn out to discern. My eyes well up with happy tears, all consuming and if I managed to stay strong and take it all before, now at her mirth infused words I barely contain myself, the tears flodding the valley of her breasts, a meandering river of happiness, but she knows.

Knows these are happy tears and my ireses are full of adoration, admiration, love and thankfulness, all for her. Knows that I would only be this vulnerable with her, knows how much I truly trust and cherish and care about her. Knows she thinks the same. Knows we are both the luckiest to have eachother, knows how closely knit first our friendship was, then our romance. Knows we believe the same about it all.

Oh…and definitely knows my defiance is only to get railed and for her to be rough with me, knows we both crave it deep in our souls, knows delinquency at its finest, seeping through the cracks of the sugared sincerity coating my face, so bratty and sneaky, so blatant and amusing, and she knows I am this way only for her and knows I will do it all over again to get what I most desire: her.

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