#afterhoursfic

[piceuscelus]

Top 5 go to fics and/or top 5 pairings (don't have to be witcher related (also I hope you're doing well ❤))

i don’t really have any go-to fics besides my own lmao but pairings, i have those

the order of this list is based entirely around my current hyperfixation

1. ciri / wolves

2. jaskier / witchers, especially the wolves

3. spideypool

4. drarry

5. wincest

[piceuscelus]

You put the fire in the Eskel/Ciri train I'm just hopping on board 😂

But seriously don't think about Ciri sneaking into Eskels room every night to work up to taking his cock and when she finally does well it's no longer a secret anymore

this is possibly the BEST thing i’ve ever done tbqh because motherfuck

i just? ciri and eskel is SO GOOD? 

also hhhhhh okay okay i’m a Menace but - ciri has magic. imagine she uses this to make it so she can sneak in to eskel’s room without waking him, so she’s the only one who knows she’s working up to taking his cock, because she’s keeping him asleep for it,,,, and eskel just thinks he’s been having Very Nice Dreams that are sometimes about ciri which is uhhhh maybe a bit Bad but whatever

but when she finally can take his cock it doesn’t matter what she does she can’t keep herself quiet or keep eskel asleep so everyone finds out REAL QUICK and eskel would be ashamed at how quickly he came but,,, you try waking up with ciri sobbing in pleasure on your cock and keep it together, basically 

[thelittlestkitsune]

Afterhours: Part eight.

A/N: So this is it. The final part in the Afterhours series. Thank you all so much for continually supporting this series. I really hope you enjoy it. <3 xoxo

Pairing: Reader x Stiles

Author: thelittlestkitsune

Rating: MA

Tags: Smut,

Based on: This song and this one

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5 PART 6 PART 7

Naturally being at peace didn't particularly always work out for you. You woke to a pounding on the door, shouting coming through the wood. Your eyes cracked open, the leftover mascara from the night before prevalent around your eyes. Black smudged over lids and down your cheeks. You moaned, diving under the cover and pressing yourself into Stiles' side. His skin was warm to the touch, almost burning against your cool skin. He groaned, wriggling under the covers, his fingers coasting over your shoulder as he pulled you tighter to his chest. Your hair curled around your face a halo of light in the darkness underneath the covers. "STILES, OPEN UP ASSHOLE. IT'S FUCKING IMPORTANT" Derek's voice boomed, loud enough to reverberate through the entire house. "I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU TWO ARE FUCKING, I'M GONNA SNAP YOUR TWIG ASS." Stiles groaned as he threw the cover from his body, standing and stretching in the late morning sun. He stumbled to the door, his fingers running through his hair. Boxers slung low on his hips, sunlight illuminating freckles you had never paid enough attention to see.  

"What do you want Derek, I was sleeping you inconsiderate dick" Stiles yawned as Derek strode into the room, taking no notice of you on the bed. "We need to get her out of here. You know how I said some shit was gonna go down? Yeah well it's all heading south and she needs to be as far away from here as possible" He looked over at you, strewn in between Stiles' sheets, a mess of leg and too much skin. His eyes flickered over you, a look of hunger in his eyes. Stiles cleared his throat at the sight of Dereks lingering gaze. "So where should I take her then oh mighty Derek? I assume Peter had some hidden away base that he hid in when he wasn't being such a murderous psychopath? Or maybe it was a sex den eugh" Stiles shivered at the thought of being anywhere Peter had even thought about sex. "Actually, there is a place, it's just out of town, you need to be gone ASAP. You'll be alone out there, we can't have anyone knowing where you are. Leave soon." He thrust a map into Stiles' hand and stared you down once more. Something behind his eyes troubled you. You couldn't place it, it was a darkness that burnt through you.  

He walked out and the room stood still, before being thrown into chaos. Stiles sped around the room, hurtling clothes and books into a bag. "Do you need to go back to Derek's for anything? I know you don't have everything you need here. Do you think we have enough time?" His words were rushed, tumbling from his mouth with an intense speed. If he didn't stop to breathe soon you were sure he'd pass out. "Stiles just calm down, I have plenty of clothes, plus if it's just me and you then I don't have to wear a lot do I?" You winked, swinging your legs over the side of the bed, your toes connecting with the cool wood flooring. "Pass me that bag will you?" You gestured to your bag which sat in the corner. Pulling clothes from it left, right and center you chose some clothes for the day. "Damn, you sure you're not Mary Poppins there is no way you should've been able to do that. It's witchcraft I tell you!" He dropped down onto the bed next to you and grabbed the bag from your hands. "HOW WOMAN. HOW DO YOU GET ALL THOSE CLOTHES IN THIS BAG. IT'S PRACTICALLY MINIATURE" he said exasperatedly. You giggled, standing and stretching your muscles becoming less tight. Pulling denim shorts over your ass, you paired it with a white tee, that hung loose over your shoulders. Your hair surrounded your face but the sun was warm on your skin.  

Pulling your hair from your nape, you tied it in a loose bun, tendrils of hair curling around your ear and draping over your neck. Stiles stared at you as you wandered around his room, picking up discarded pieces of clothing and stuffing them into your bag. "I do have more than this, it's in my car. I'm gonna put this in the back of the jeep and we'll leave my car here okay?" You said to him, as you slipped a pair of chucks on. Bag in hand, you ran down the stairs and outside into the sunlight. Grabbing your bags from your car, you transferred them to the jeep slamming the door closed before heading back inside. "Looks like a good day to be going into hiding Stiles! Want an adventure?" You beamed from the bottom of the stairs, as he stumbled half asleep. "I am going nowhere until I have coffee" He threw his bag at the bottom of the steps and practically crawled through to the kitchen. Switching on the coffee machine he sighed seeing the beans being pressed into something passable as coffee. A minute or so later and he was settled in his chair, his nose scrunched up at the coffee he had made. "This tastes like dirt. Mixed with crap with added dirt" He took a sip, his face contorted. "I'll make you a fresh cup, you probably just haven't changed the water and the filter in a while" His face lit up and he shoved his Vader mug towards you. "You are an angel. You know I like it super strong and super sweet right?!" You took his mug from him, refreshing the coffee and pouring him a new cup. You sat next to him, cradling the cup in your hands.  

Minutes passed by in comfortable silence. The sound of ceramic hitting wood as the last of the coffee was drained from your cup. "We should get going, if you want to get there before we die of old age" your voice broke the silence. He chuckled and rose to his feet, keys already jangling on his finger. Locking up the house, his bag slung over his shoulder you two set off to the jeep, clambering inside and setting off to a place unknown. Sunlight streamed through rain streaked windows as you drove. Music played softly as you worried about your friends. If you weren't in Beacon Hills then you and Stiles would just look like two carefree teenagers, taking a trip out of town. But instead you were driving away from your friends as they protected you, with a boy who barely understood what you were. His hand pried your fingers from your mouth, your nails bitten to stumps. He traced over your fingertips with his, a calmness surrounding you even though the caffeine in your system buzzed through your body. Shot nerves and trembling fingers. The drive was calm, not a cloud in sight as you weaved through back roads, the jeep jumping and falling over bumps and into ditches.  

Thalia's place was a fair drive away. It was deep inside Tahoe National Forest. Abandoning the jeep in the car park you set off on your journey through the tall trees that made you feel smaller than you were. Headphones pressed in ears, as the smell of pine surrounded you, sunlight flickering through branches. Long lost initials carved into trees of lovers who were so bound to each other they brought it upon themselves to make it natures way. The way dirt felt underfoot. You wandered through the trees, map in hand for hours before finding it. Tucked away in granite you stumbled through a small crevice, your bags scraping against walls. It widened to an opening, a small cabin nesting in the canyon between two mountainous rocks. The spiral etched into the rock near the door let you know you were definitely in the right place. Logs lay in the corner of the room, dust collecting on the mantle piece. Sheets covered the furnishings. Large windows displayed views of a breathtaking garden. "I never want to leave here. I wonder why Derek never comes here." You looked around, roaming into the kitchen. Magnolia paint barely touched coated the cupboards. "He comes here. He keeps the place together but he doesn't touch anything. It was his moms Stiles. When she died, it was probably all he had left of her" You trailed your fingers over the sideboard, dust flying from your fingertips.  

"How would you know that? You didn't know about this until today?" Stiles enquired, his eyebrows furrowed as he wondered how you would know that. "Well detective, the whole place is covered in dust. But the kitchen has fresh paint and flowers on the windowsill. It's pretty simple." You spoke slowly, over exaggerating your words with a goofy grin on your face. Stiles nodded, pulling the sheets off the furniture a flurry of dust flying in all directions. "We should really clean this, take our minds off what's happening at home" You set to pulling cleaning supplies from the cupboards. You spent the afternoon, comfortable in Stiles' company, tidying the cabin. Fresh cut flowers now adorned the empty vases that littered the cabin. Bed sheets got changed, giving the surroundings a new lease of life. Stiles' stomach grumbled loudly as you two finally slumped on the couch. "I guess I should've had a little more than just coffee this morning"  

You stood once more, your movements sluggish as you went to the kitchen, pulling stiles bag through with you. He'd packed well considering he had enough food to feed a small army. Pulling plates out you arranged the food in a somewhat presentable state and wandered barefoot out into the garden. Flowers of every species covered every corner. Grass that stayed long enough to run between your toes, but it still looked neat. You sat, the sun still warm on your skin and picked at the food on the plate. Stiles joined you, taking the plate off you and scarfing down half of the food. "Stiles' you know I'm hungry too!" You play slapped him on the arm and he turned to you, cheeks stuffed and pointed that there was still a sandwich left. You smiled taking it from him and running to the other end of the garden to eat it in peace. Your mind drifted to your friends, you had no idea what was happening; who they were against, what they wanted. Grass snarled between toes, as clouds loomed in the horizon. You pulled your phone from your pocket, drawing Lydia's number into the keypad. "You can't ring her here. I already tried. No service" Your heart plummeted, cold seeping into your bones even though the sun bore into your skin.  

Arms wrapped around you, fingertips warming small spots on your body. Your head found the crook of Stiles' neck, the smell of coffee and mint surrounding you. Hands swept across your back as you choked on words. "I need them to be okay. I never wanted any of this. It's all my fault." Your heart stammered in your chest, lungs barely functioning as tears fell. "It's not your fault. You didn't ask for this. If we had been there for you then this might not have happened. If anything it's our own fault. We should have included you. You should've been at the nemeton. You needn't have been lonely" You raised your head to look at him. "You don't have to go through this alone. When I was Void, when the nogitsune had locked me away in my own mind, you were there for me. When everything turned to shit, you always picked up the pieces and if you want to break, then I'll be here to put you back together" A smile tugged at your lips. His hands cradled your face, drawing you closer to him. Lips connected, a spark igniting deep within you. His tongue skimmed along your lips, parting them. The kiss deepened as his hands moved further back into your hair, the tail of your pony wrapping around his fingertips. You pulled from him, eyes glistening with tears that tracked down your cheek. His thumb swept over your cheek, the tears dissipating at the heat.  

It wasn’t long until your lips found his again, this time a need driving you to him. Nipping at his lips, you pushed him down on the grass, fingers entwining. Swinging your leg over his hips, you kissed more fervently than before. Soft skin matched with the fabric of his khakis, the feel of it sending soft pulses through your body. Lips parted, swollen and red as you kissed over his jaw and down his neck, the veins prominent as he stretched to give you access. His body shifted underneath you, his hands coming undone from yours. They traced over the sinews of your neck, patterns that caused hairs to stand on end. You shook, your breath becoming ragged as lips connected with skin, nipping and biting. Gasps of breath filled the air as you sucked his skin between your teeth. Winding his arms around you, he rolled his lips finding your collarbones. Teeth grazed tender skin the marks beneath his mouth still fresh. A sigh fell from your lips as fingertips advanced the hem of your shirt up your stomach. He traveled further down your body, hot kisses littering your chest. Moving his hands beneath you he pulled you to him, sitting you up to rid you of your shirt and bra. Within seconds the grass was on your skin once more, his mouth around your peaks. He flickered his tongue over you, eliciting a moan from your lips. As he moved from one to another, his chin would graze your skin, the faint hint of stubble lightly scratching at your skin.  

Moving his hands over your waist, he paused rolling his hips trying to ease some of the pressure that had built within him. You no longer felt cold, that feeling left the second his lips touched yours. Instead it was replaced with a desire so deep it clawed through your entire being. Carnal need for him to be with you, to be satiated by him. So when his fingers teased against your hip-bones you all but screamed. He pulled your shorts from you, his mouth replacing the coarse fabric, the difference making your head spin and your core ache. His tongue traced over where your skin met lace. Teeth caught in the intricate design, snagging and pulling it from your body. Fingers fumbled with buttons and your shorts were tossed to the side. He returned to you, hungry for the taste of you on his tongue. Inching his way down the outline of your panties, your breath stopped in anticipation of what was to come. He lifted you slightly, pulling your last piece of clothing from your. The feeling of him mingled with the sensation of the grass and the breeze on your skin had you reeling. Leaves rustled ahead as a finger teased over you. One finger and the boy pretty much owned you. You mewled, writhing beneath him starved of the sensation you so desperately needed. His mouth was hot on your inner thigh, his long fingers teasing over your entrance. "Please" you cried.  

He delved into you, his fingers long and gratifying. Whimpers came from your mouth, as you rolled in the grass, enveloped in him. His shoulders pried your legs further apart as he ran his tongue over you. Your eyes fluttered closed as he flickered his tongue slowly feeling your legs tremble every time he took a breath. Profanities flew through the air as his fingers found that spot within you. His tongue flattened against you, rolling slowly over your clit. You grew hotter and more impatient by the second his mouth and hands pushing you to a release that you so craved. Your throat was dry from the moans but the way he moved within you made it worth the wait. His speed increased, the taste of you sending him wild. Taking a beat he pulled from you, his eyes hooded and his hair matted. His fingers didn't relent though, they forged into you faster than before. When his mouth finally connected with you again you found it hard to hold onto the edge. As you reached your peak, your legs shook and his name filled the skies around you. You panted, your hands running through his hair, his locks flopping over his eyes. He lifted from you, his tee-shirt coming away from his chest. You glimpsed an expanse of skin, dark hair trailing down into the waistband of his boxers. Your breaths came slow and steady as your heart started to slow in your chest.  

The fire in your veins didn't stop however, it raged through you almost consuming you. You sat up quickly; your head spinning from the fast action and your lips found the juncture of his neck. Fingers wrapped in material as you yanked his top up his body. Your fingers found his skin again, warm to the touch and taut over muscles. You pushed him to the grass your hips slotting against his. Calloused hands raked down your spine eliciting moans against his neck. He chuckled; the noise slowly turning to a moan as you bit into flesh. Blood rushed to your head, the rest of your body light against his, every movement sending shivers through your body fueling the fire in your veins. You seemed to move in slow motion, his mouth sending warm air down your shoulders, the feeling of his skin on yours causing an ache in your core. Your mouth never left his neck, licking and biting across tender skin already dotted with freckles and marks of purple and red. Your fingers washed over the buttons on his khakis, expertly undoing them. You shimmied down his legs, pulling his khakis down his legs, your fingertips brushing against his legs. You tossed them to the side, returning to your spot above him. His mouth ran across your chest once more, his arms wrapped tight around you. You rolled your hips, your need running higher than before.  

His cock twitched against the restraints of his boxers, precum already soaking through the thin fabric. His hands left you hooking into the band and pulling them down. He shivered against the feeling of the grass on his skin, but the feeling of you on him, sent him delirious. You stared at him as he entered you, his eyes flickering to the place where you met. Tongues darted over lips, as he filled you and sparks flew in the space between your chests. When his eyes met yours again, they were wide, deep as oceans and lust blown, something hiding in plain sight. You rolled your hips, a sigh escaping both your mouths, the air thick and palpable. His hands moved to your hips, fingers digging into the skin there as he rocked you. Your hands coasted over his shoulders, feeling the muscles move beneath your fingers. Delicious friction ignited hotter flames within your core as he sped up. You bucked your hips in time with his thrusts, your combined movements causing you both to cry out in pleasure. You could feel yourself getting closer to that edge,closer to falling so hard and so fast that your head would spin. But his hands cupped your ass, pulling you before rolling so his head was in the crook of your neck, your hair tangling in the grass.  

Teeth grazed your lips as your leg hitched higher on his hip, the pressure inside increasing as he moved rhythmically. Every thrust was punctuated with low moans and muffled cries. Your fingers raked down his skin, leaving ruby red marks. He rolled his hips against yours and you fell; your head throwing back as you arched from the ground. Stiles rode out your high his hips snapping at yours as he groaned low and guttural. You crashed back to the earth beneath you as his jaw fell slack his orgasm hitting him hard. His hips jarred against yours. His eyes were hooded, the setting sun behind him, sending an ungodly glow around him. He pulled from you, rolling onto the grass beside you. He reached for his boxers, pulling them over his legs quickly. You grabbed your tee, not bothering with your bra, the material clung to your curves and you pulled your pants back on, unfazed by the sheer fabric. You lay there in silence, fingers intertwined as you watched clouds pass, leaves rustling meters above your head. You watched as the sky, turned from blue and streaked through all the colours of the rainbow. Streaks of tangerine lined the skies, peering over the tops of the cragg that surrounded you. Your voice broke the silence, it was small as worry consumed you. "Do you think they're okay?"  

Stiles looked at you, his eyes amber and molten and his brow furrowed "I don't know" You mulled it over as you thought of the implications of his words. Your mind raced to the worst conclusions, visions of your friends laid bloody on the floor. Derek's eyes closing as his heart stops. You rolled, your head finding Stiles' chest. You curled into him, seeking solace in his familiar scent, oak and mint and smoke all rolled into one. His arms wrapped around yours, the heat from his skin creeping across yours warming the parts of you that had grown colder in the time you had watched the skies. "They'll be okay, they are always okay. You just gotta believe it okay?" You nodded, your body feeling small against Stiles, his long legs stretched out in the early evening. You lay there, his fingers in your hair until your eyes got too heavy to hold open and you dropped off to sleep.  Lights played behind closed lids, the swell and fall of Stiles chest lulling you into a deep slumber you didn't know you needed.  

You awoke to being swayed, your eyes cracking open to see Stiles jaw as he carried you inside. The sky outside had turned to inky black, dotted with galaxies uninterrupted by light pollution. It was breathtaking but in the moonlight Stiles looked better. His skin almost glowed, his mouth set in a line as he placed you onto the large bed. He stood beside you, his fingers combing through his hair before he climbed into the bed next to you. His body was cold, from the hours of laying in the grass you tangled around him. He sighed, crawling closer to you and holding you fast against his chest. Your eyes fell closed again and you both slept. The sky turned brighter in your absence, the stars disappearing against the rising sun. In your half awake state you felt the stark contrast of cotton and skin. Sun streamed through shutters on your left and your eyes crinkled at the brightness. You found him again, his face peaceful in a nest of sheets. You didn't have the heart to wake him. When you stood, your neck cracked sending waves of pleasure through your body.  

Wooden floorboards creaked underfoot as you walked to the kitchen, desperate for a drink. The morning here was so quiet, different from your life back home. There car engines would thunder past in the commute to work and school and the streets would bustle. But here you could hear the wind blowing through leaves and across sheets of rock. Birds flew overhead as you brewed a cup of coffee, the smell filling the air and instantly soothing your mood. You'd had dreams of the people you love, not all bad more like past memories that you had forgotten. Your stomach lurched at the fact that you may have already seen them for the last time. A snapshot of them, all in Scotts front room grins on faces. You smiled but your heart plummeted, the uncertainty still washing over you. Pouring the coffee you walked back to the bedroom to find Stiles still fast asleep in the sheets, his mouth gaped open and his lashes heavy against his cheek. The bed dipped as you sat on it, placing the cup on the bedside table. Stiles' eyes flickered open as he registered what was happening. You smiled, swinging your legs underneath you sipping from the oversized mug in your hands. “Morning” he grumbled, wiping the sleep from his eyes. His eyes widened as he spotted his mug on the table, reaching for it without a second thought. He ummed and ahhed as he sipped, relaxing back against the pillows.  

“Want to go adventure? I can’t stay cooped up in here. I know Derek told us to be safe but there is no way that they can even know where we are if we dont!” You shrugged, the walls of the cabin making you stir crazy. You wanted to venture, out into the tall trees to forget the things that were dragging you down. “Sure we’ll leave after I shower. I’m 99% sure I have grass in places that I do not need grass” He stood, draining his cup and walking to the bathroom. In the time he spent showering you tidied around, trying to keep yourself busy. Your hair had fallen from your pony, more than half now falling in waves around your neck. You pulled on another tee, and your shorts from the day before. Walking into the front room you grabbed your bag, shoving your chucks onto your feet. Creaks came from outside the door on the patio and you froze. Running quickly into the bedroom you closed doors behind you, your heart in your throat. Voices filled the air but as blood rushed through you, you couldn’t distinguish who it was. “We know you’re here!” A voice boomed and you gulped a shiver of fear running through your body. Pounding came on the door, once, twice a third time. You waited, hearing the footsteps echo away. Cracking the door open, you peeked out only to be greeted with a smiling face. “It’s over. You don’t need to hide” Scotts face beamed at you, faint claw marks marring the skin on his face.  

You flung the door open and latched your arms around the Alpha. You’d never been happier than to see his face. Faces filled the room, smiles on everyone of them. They’d won and they’d come back for you. “What in the hell did I miss?!” Stiles’ voice came from behind you as he exited the bathroom, a billow of steam rising from the room behind him. “They won Stiles. I don’t have to hide. We can go home” You beamed, hugging Kira as she bounded over to you. “Where is home?” Derek asked, hopeful it was at the loft. “Home is wherever you guys are and don’t you dare leave me behind again” You scolded them all. You smiled, your teeth bared in a grin. This is how it was supposed to be. The boy who fed on pain and the girl who fed on pleasure. The wolf and the fox. The girl with the killer scream, the were coyote and the ex alpha. Your pack. “I know I can’t change what I am, but at least I have you guys to help me through it” Your head dipped against Stiles’ shoulder as you leaned into his embrace. Derek gave you a knowing smile, his eyes no longer glinting dangerously.  

They say a Succubus, is born in the loneliest of people. But you weren't lonely anymore. You had Stiles.

[thelittlestkitsune]

Afterhours: Part 7

A/N: It’s been a while ahahaha, I didn’t finish writing this till like 7am. Pls love me. xoxo

Pairing: Reader x Stiles

Author: thelittlestkitsune

Rating: MA

Tags: Smut,

Based on: This song and this one 

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5 PART 6

You awoke, sprawled in navy sheets Stiles in your arms and Derek asleep in a nearby chair. His head snapped up as he heard you jump lightly to the floor, your footsteps waking him up. "Morning!" You chimed your voice a song. "Urhghg" Derek grunted his face dark as he dragged himself out the chair. He stretched all of his muscles visible underneath his grey tee. It clung too well to his shoulders and it strained against his arms. Your tongue ran across your lips as memories of his body against yours coursed through your mind. You walked to him slowly, your lip catching in your teeth. "Damn it, keep it in your pants for once, haven't you just woke up?" He responded to your touch against his chest. "Don't be such a sourwolf Derek, and hey it looks like you're struggling to keep it in your pants yourself!" You sniggered as you gestured to his erection which was barely contained by his jeans. You walked past him, grabbing clothes from the floor. Bending down to grab a towel you heard a moan from behind you as you felt eyes burn hot into the skin of your ass. "I need a shower, you know where I am if you need me" you added with a wink as you walked into the bathroom.  

You took your time in the shower, letting the warm water run over your skin. You knew Stiles wouldn't mind having you in his shower. Turning the shower off you stepped out, wrapping a large towel around your body and letting your hair hang loose around your face. As you walked out the room you were greeted by Stiles and Derek talking heatedly about the pack. "I called them last night, we're all meeting this afternoon" Crap. You'd slept so well considering today you had to tell everyone what was going on. You really didn't want to. You'd just be another supernatural being in Beacon Hills and you didn't want people to worry about you. Dropping your towel to the floor you nonchalantly start to dress. Catching sight of Stiles face was priceless, his cheeks burned bright red and his jaw was slack. Pulling your clothes on you made a show of doing it as slow as you could. Derek was still talking his back to you completely unaware of what went on behind him. "Stiles, pay attention. This is important. Hello! Earth to Stiles?!" His gaze followed Stiles' to end up trained on your body. You pulled jeans on; the fabric clung to  skin and showed every curve on your body. You shrugged on a flannel shirt and left one too many buttons undone. Derek gulped his eyes lingering on your figure.  

You clapped your hands loudly, snapping them from their reverie. "Come on you guys, I need to finish getting ready and it would be embarrassing if a girl was ready before you guys" you giggled. Stiles jumped to his feet his hands covering his blatant erection from your show. He sprinted into the bathroom as you sat putting your makeup on. Ever since the whole Succubus thing you'd felt more alive. It was like you were more yourself than you'd ever been. Which meant you could be braver. Applying the dark red lipstick you looked in the mirror. Something behind your own eyes had darkened and changed but you couldn't deny it was for the better. Stiles emerged from the bathroom, towel wrapped haphazardly around his waist. Skin glistened with water, that dripped down his happy trail.  

Your eyes dragged over him as Derek disappeared into the bathroom. Water turned on and you rose from your position on the floor. You beckoned Stiles to join you on the bed. He obliged sitting next to you his eyes glazed over. "I see someone hasn't forgotten about the show I put on" you said slowly palming over the bulge in his towel. He moaned lightly underneath your touch. Placing hot kisses on his bare skin you pressed harder, eliciting louder moans. Dropping to your knees you take his towel from him, quickly taking his cock in your hand. You licked swiftly over his tip feeling him shudder as you pumped him. Taking him into your mouth you flickered your tongue over him excitedly. His hips bucked against your mouth as you pressed your tongue flat against him sucking harder. Fingers trailed over skin as you took him fully in your throat. His body spasmed as he hit his release. Warm liquid hit the back of your throat and you gulped it in. Stiles flew back on the bed his breaths coming ragged as he came down from his high.  

The bathroom door opened just as Stiles pulled his shorts on, his hair flopping in his eyes. Derek just looked at you two his eyes lowered and a smile plastered on his face. "You two are out of fucking control. Come on, we better get going" You and Stiles headed downstairs grabbing provisions from the pantry. You loaded your bag with junk food knowing you'd need the sugar later when all the questions from the pack came flying at you. Footsteps echoed through the hallway as Derek bounded down the stairs. Keys jangled as he walked to his car you and Stiles not far behind. Leaving your car at the Stilinskis you climbed in the jeep and made the short journey to Scotts. Your stomach turned and leapt with every passing minute. Hands found yours and thumbs traced over knuckles.  

Walking through Scotts door you were surrounded by worried faces. Questions hurtled through the air, "What's going on? Are you okay? DEREK! Why are you back? Why did you leave? Are you back for good?!" Everything was too much. Backing out the door you sat in the garden, feeling the air hit your face and trying to regain your composure. You were overwhelmed as warm hands traced over your shoulders calming your breathing and bringing you back to where you were. Entering the room again an uneasy silence almost consumed you. You sat on the floor your back against the sofa as the others took their usual spots. Chatter filled the air before Derek cleared his throat bringing everyone to attention. "So you're probably all wondering why I came back huh?" He chuckled nervously. You'd never seen him like this. He was so flustered as he explained why he left and why he was drawn back. "We need to protect her. She's vulnerable right now" He looked at you, a smile on his lips. He reached his hand out to you.  

Pulling you to your feet you stood in front of everyone as you explained what you are and what it means. Naturally Lydia was the first to respond "How did this happen?" You told them what you had uncovered with Chris. You scanned the room, looking at their faces contorted in pain as they realised what they had done to you. They had left you out and in the midst of trying to protect you they had released this burden on you. Malia jumped to her feet enveloping you in a bear hug you could only describe as painful. "I'm so sorry this happened to you" Shock rippled over you. This is the last thing you expected to come out of today. You'd expected crying, people being hurt you'd hid this from them. But Malia; of all people to be sorry that this happened to you. Kira bounded over to you and soon the whole pack had crowded you. For the first time in a long time you felt like one of them. You felt useful and loved and not so lonely. They still inundated you with questions as the night wore on. Snacks were consumed as movies were watched. You sat in the crook of Stiles' arm, Dereks face jealous as you snuggled against his chest.  

As the night wore on Kira fell asleep on Scotts chest and Lydia was sprawled on a loveseat. Malia had long fallen asleep. You couldn't sleep though as hunger coursed through your veins. It was a slow ache you had become aware of during the past few hours. Eyes flickered of the two boys you were wedged between, skin touched skin and they were oblivious to the way it sizzled underneath the surface for you. Stiles looked at you as you fidgeted, playing absentmindedly with the buttons on your flannel, your leg bouncing as the ache became a shooting pain, blindingly hot. "What's wrong?" His brow furrowed as he looked at you. "Hungry" you choked out, he grabbed the half empty bag of chips next to him offering you the last of them. "Not that type of hungry" You shook your head as you winced the pain blinding again.  

His hand reached out to you, and you stood together. "Come on. Lets get you something to eat" He winked at you as you made your way to the jeep. Cool air soothed the burn on your skin, but the internal flame in you raged on. You unbuttoned more of your shirt, the soft lace of your jade bra prominent against your skin. Stiles raced home at the sight of you his eyes darkened once more. "I don't want to hurt you, you know what I am now, I don't want you to end up dead Stiles" you spoke quietly as you drove waaay above the speed limit. "I don't care, I don't care that being with you could kill me. My best friend is an Alpha. I was the nogitsune. Anything could kill me! Literally a cat could kill me. So I'll be here for you, for whatever you need, hey I get something out of it too y'know!" He responded his arms flailing around like he always did when he was excited. You pulled up to the house, pratically running inside.  

Stiles shouted through the house, double checking that the Sherriff was out. Your flannel was abandoned before a response could be heard regardless. When no sound came apart from your combined breathing you crashed together. Rough hands wandered over soft skin, delicate lace palmed over without a thought. He carried you up the stairs his arms flexed against you. Your mouth caught his as he placed you on the bed, moving fluidly between your legs. His tongue licked against you lips, begging for entrance as he rolled his hips. Fingers moved against freckled skin, every touch deliberate to have him begging you for more. You surged against him, desperate for friction to cool the heat in your core. His mouth moved from yours, pressing on your neck and your collarbones. He sucked lightly, marking your sensitive flesh as he licked over the bruised skin. Trailing down your chest he rid you of the lace covering you, taking your peaks in his mouth, rolling them between his teeth. You writhed under him, your eyes fluttering shut as moans fell from your mouth. Your hands gripped to sheets as his mouth switched to your left, his hands trailing along the band of your jeans.  

He fumbled with your button, before prying the fabric from your legs. He rolled against you once more, the rough of his jeans grazing your inner thigh. He pulled from you, his tee coming off in one fell swoop as he crashed to you again. Every cell in your body called for him, to feel him, to feed. He delved into your underwear, his face amused as he felt the slickness that awaited him. You moaned as he curled into you, your face contorted in pleasure. You bucked against him, hungry for more. He undid his khakis, tripping as he kicked them off. Your fingers trailed over his arms, feeling the tendons tense as he hovered over you. You gripped him tightly rolling so you straddled him. His cock strained against his tight boxers, as you scratched your nails against his chest. Pulling his boxers down you stroked against him, his eyes fluttering shut. His fingers pushed the lace of your panties to the side as he aligned himself with your entrance. You lowered yourself down onto him, your moans chorusing in the still air. You paused as he filled you completely. The shooting pains subsided but were replaced by the similar feeling of pure electricity causing you to roll against him.  

Breaths hitched in throats as you bucked, your body moving of it's own accord. Hands found your waist, guiding you further down him. Your fingers dug into his skin as he flickered his fingers over your clit, his eyes trained on the spot where you two connected. His movements spurred you closer to your release, the pressure surmounting as he hit that one spot that rendered you speechless. Your eyes rolled as you orgasm hit your mouth hanging open as your entire body was engulfed in flames. Hands were placed on the small of your back as he pulled from you flipping you on to your knees. He ripped your panties from your body as he gripped your ass. Plunging into you once again you buried your face in his sheets as he slammed against you, his breath coming ragged between thrusts. Moans were muffled by fabric as you bit down clenching your walls around him as you moved.  

Thrusts became more erratic as his orgasm hit, his body collapsing against yours. You lay there entangled in each other, chests falling and rising in unison. Beads of sweat rolled down skin as you came down from your place in the clouds. Sleep played heavily on your lids but you walked to the bathroom you had been in earlier in the day. Shuffling footsteps followed behind you as large hands roamed over your skin. Looking in the mirror you smiled. The succubus and the boy who would always give too much. He would pour himself into everything. Lazy kisses peppered against your neck. Hands grasped hands as he pulled you to the bed. Collapsing between the sheets, you entangled yourselves in one another again. Falling asleep in his arms was the best feeling you'd had in a while.

[thelittlestkitsune]

Afterhours: Part 4.

A/N: As requested here is Part 4 to the Afterhours series!! Enjoy! xoxo 

Link to part one —- Part 2 ----- Part 3 

Pairing: SpoilersxReader

Rating: MA

Tags: Smut, oral (female on male) 

Author: thelittlestkitsune

Based on this song and this one 

All in due time.

        What was that supposed to mean? You stared at him, your eyes filling with tears just begging to break free. You clutched your knees to your chest folding just like you did as a child when things just weren't easy to understand. "Deaton, what is happening to me, don't you dare say all in due time cause the time is due. I almost killed Derek and I have no idea how I did it!" You screamed at him, lashing out with your words. The pounding in your head getting louder and louder with every heartbeat. You wanted to escape, to hit something, to feel anything but this. "The hunger of a succubi is satiated by carnal need. In laymans terms you need to bed someone to feed. In time you can control it, learning to take only what you need but as of yet you are feasting. When you feed a poison is released through the skin." A chill ran through your body, numbing you. "The poison of the belladonna plant to be precise. It's derived from italian meaning beautiful woman. One leaf of the plant is extremely lethal, it's main use is to make poison tipped arrows" You gulped down bile.  

                      "I did this to him. He's dying isn't he?" You ask timidly, not entirely sure you wanted an answer. Deaton pulls himself level with you. "No, he's just weak right now, he needs some rest why don't you go stay with someone?" Your mind raced, you didn't have anyone to stay with. This was already your last resort and you couldn't go back to your dads, you'd left it in such a bad place. Scott might let you stay with him, but you couldn't risk it. Swallowing again "I've got somewhere to stay, I'll drive myself over there okay?" You lied. Pulling yourself from Dereks side you packed a small bag with essentials. It wasn't that late and you knew you needed to do something. Gripping your bag you walked out the door the tears that had welled finally falling down your cheeks. You pulled out your phone and rang the only person you knew would understand. Lydia.

      When Lydia had struggled with what she was you had always been there for her and you prayed she would be there for you. "Hey, what's up? Are you okay?" She answered, "Lyds, can I stay with you? I need to talk" you choked out. "Of course you can, Malia and Kira are here we were gonna go out" Alcohol. That's what you needed, you needed to let go and forget yourself. "Sure can I get ready at yours?" You asked. "Sure, see you soon hun!" You clicked off the call and sped to hers. Running to the front door you knocked brashly desperate to get ready and leave. Lydia answered the door, wrapping her arms around you. "You okay? You sounded like you were crying, we don't have to go out" she whispered in your ear. Stepping away from her you just shook your head, you didn’t wanna think about what was going on.  

      Music blaring you stepped in the bar, pulling your tantalisingly short dress over your hips. You never dressed like this, but tonight you just wanted to feel different. Making your way through to the bar you ask for your usual, grabbing the drink as soon as it hits the bar. Lydia's eyes widen, her eyes scanning the grip on your glass as you neck it. "Chill, we'll be here a while" she shouts. "I know but fuck after the day I've had I need it" you reply without missing a beat. Signalling the bartender you ask for the same again but also for 4 shots. "One for each of us" you smiled as Kira wormed her way next to you. Tequila was always a good idea. It burned as it hit your throat, but in its wake it made you relax. The bass almost tripled sending vibrations through you.  

         Malia grabbed your hands and pulled you into the massive throng of people. Bodies pressed so close together brought your mind to a screeching halt. Derek, is he okay? Your mind slowly pried away from dark thoughts as your felt hands on your hips. Not large and rough, but smaller. You lost yourself in that touch. Your eyes flickered up, catching Malias gaze as she twisted and swayed to the music. Moving closer to her you two danced for what felt like hours. Music had completely taken over, the tempo slowing. Her hands left your hips as she went to find drinks. You carried on regardless on whether or not you had company. Just as fast as her hands left, a pair replaced them. The skin burning hot to the touch. You couldn't see who you were with. Their breath hot on your neck you push against them, your dress riding up dangerously high. Unknown hands trail along the expanse of flesh, setting everything ablaze. You two dance in unison, your hips grazing against the growing bulge of your partners. Your hands snake up behind you to run your fingers through their hair. You spun wanting to know who had this intense power over you that was making you weak at the knees.

           "You've got to be kidding me" you laughed. This, this is who has you pretty much stripping in the middle of a bar. "Awww come on, give me some credit, you were practically purring" Stiles said. Placing your hands on his chest you pressed yourself flush against him. His hands roamed again, tracing along the hem of your dress. Kissing his neck as you danced to the music you whispered in his ear. "Is that something you want Stilinski? To make me purr that is?" He gulped as your hands traveled south, palming at the ever growing bulge in his jeans. "Fuck yeah I do" he rasped out as you bit his neck softly. Blood rushed to your head and drunk on his touch you crushed your mouth to his. Your mouths battled for dominance yours finally winning over as you ground against him. His long fingers wrapped around yours as he pulled you outside.  

                   You stumble together, never wanting to leave each others bodies. His eyes wander over your body, widening as he sees you clearer now. "Stiles, how much do you need me?" You wonder out loud as he rolls his body against yours. His lips move across your chest and he mutters. "You have no idea how much I need you." Your breath catches in your throat as he mouths over the thin material of your dress. Yanking the material up he traces over your center teasing you already. You spin shoving him against a nearby wall. You've been teased before and right now wasn't the time. Your hands work down his body till your face is level with his cock. Placing kisses on his hips you hooked your fingers under the band of his boxers. His eyes roll back as he waits with baited breath for you to touch him again. Undoing his jeans you looked up at him through your lashes. He bit his lip as you exposed him.  

        Taking him into your hands you pump him slowly. His breath returns as he looks at you. You take the opportunity to lick the underneath of him. He throws his head back as you circle his tip. Hollowing your cheeks you suck him in, constantly flicking your tongue over him. Your nails dug into his hips as you took him in your throat. He squirmed under your touch moans filling the air. "Fuck, if you don't stop I can't do what I came here to do" he stammered out. You rise from your position taking him in your hands once more. "Well then show me what you came here to do then" you challenge. Wetness already pooling between your legs he picks you up. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he moves your panties to one side. Aligning himself with your center he pushes into you. You moan as he spreads your legs further to allow him to get deeper. In one swift movement he had you against the wall dress around your waist.  

                  "Fuuuuck, your so tight" he whispers in your ear as he lets you adjust. You don't respond, too focused on feeling him. Your fingernails rake up and down his back as he begins to move. Tentative at first, like he doesn’t want to hurt you, but then gradually gaining speed until you could no longer hear the music blaring out the bar. Moans filled the air as he rolled against you. Your hand left his back as you went to touch your clit yearning for the pressure there to subside. His shakes his head, and you give him a look that could kill. He releases his grip on your legs and you land shakily. Grabbing your hair he spins you pushing you against the wall. His hands cup your ass as he spreads you, ready to pounce. But instead he rubs his cock against you, illiciting the filthiest moan to escape his lips as he enters you again. He took it slow again but his hands found their way to your hair. Grabbing fistfuls of your hair he pulls you to his body, your back arches as he speeds up. His free hand worked its way down your body from your chest to your core. His fingers brushed against your clit, sending pulses of pleasure coursing through your body. You clench around him as he works you to your limit. "I want you to cum for me" That's all you needed to go over that edge, screaming as he slams into you. "Fuck, I'm gonna-" he stuttered as his body went into spasm.  

          He pulled from you, pulling his boxers and jeans back up. You turn to face him, his face covered in a sheen of sweat. " Just think about that in pack meetings" you say to him with a wink. You press your mouth to his as you saunter back inside, matting your hair down. Making your way back to the bar, you order another drink. Malia turns up at your side. "Umm, Lydia wanted to know where you went? We wanna do shots" you blushed picking up your drink as it was set on the side. "Well lets go find her then! I could really do with some shots right now" Stiles piped up from behind you. Glancing at him, his eyes trailed up you again. Malia caught you two staring at each other. "Stiles, you've got lipstick just here" she licked her lips and brushed her thumb over his lips.  

                  As you went to find Lydia, a thought ran your mind, what if that could kill Stiles? The thought was pushed to the back of your mind as Stiles ran his hand over your ass. "I can do so much better than that. Round 2?" He whispered in your ear, a shiver running down your spine. Round 2 sounds like the best news you've had all day. Turning to him "I’d love to, but lemme get something sorted okay?" You say biting your lip. "I'll wait, impatiently, but I'll wait" he replied.

[thelittlestkitsune]

Update;

So I will actually be turning Afterhours into a small series. I’m not sure how long exactly it will run but a Part 2 is definitely on the cards. Keep your eyes peeled!