#tooth rooting fluff

[blackwall-my-tiny-husband]

Weekend writing challenge 6/13

I’m not thaaaaaat late, I was trying to get this done last night and just needed to finish the last bit before posting it. I wanted to do something super fluffy since I’ve been using Zalan as a bit of a punching bag lately. More modern au pretty much comes directly after my Word with Friends post

Thank you @woundedsoul12 for the tag and @thedissonantverses for the prompts (I love all the lyrics so much it was so hard to choose)

The lyrics I’m going with :: “I've got so much honey, the bees envy me. I've got a sweeter song, than the birds in the trees”

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“I heard you were practically threatening Viago after I was missing.” Zalan was back in their small apartment, bandaged up and still bruised and swollen from being crownapped but he was grinning over the back of the couch at Harding, his eyes shining in amusement.

After the Butcher had let them go they had gone back to the de Riva building to get Zalan looked at by their in house doctor and to let Viago know he was, in fact, not dead.

He had limped into the room, shot finger guns at Viago’s assistant and made some teasing remark to Harding before Viago had shown up behind him, kicked him in his injured leg, and scolded him for getting caught in the first place. However, after fuming about it, his talon had still made sure both of them got their injuries treated and made it home safe.

But that had been a couple days ago now and word got around quickly in the crows. Zalan was grinning and Lace grumbled something under her breath while flushing the prettiest red. She was trying to focus on something in their kitchenette.

“Come on Lace, you can brag a bit. Viago doesn’t scare easily and you waltzed right in demanding answers like you owned the place. You’re a legend down at the de Riva building now.” He was being serious, Harding could tell and that was the worst part. She shook her head at his antics, eyes sliding over his frame. He had a few bandages still, covering the worst of the wounds but he still had bruises sprinkled over his body and they were dark and splotchy making him look worse off than he really was. His choice of clothes when he was off work never helped either, in the too big shirt and baggy pants he always looked unassuming and small.

Grabbing the plate she’d put together and a couple forks she returned to the couch and plopped down against him.

“Ma sent you a get well soon cake made with honey from our farm.” It had been a surprise when she’d gotten the package in the mail, but a nice one. Living in Antiva City meant not getting to see her Ma as much but they still had their weekly phone chats. She still couldn’t tell her everything happening in her life but Lace had gotten used to that when she was in the military so it was second nature to fib a little and tell her Ma that Zalan was under the weather and home from work for a few days.

Zalan had sighed happily when she settled on the couch but perked up to look over her shoulder at the plate of cake slices. It was a soft golden loaf and the crow plucked a piece to munch. Taking a slice for herself she let Zalan move the plate to the side table and chuckled at the ridiculous appreciative hum he made at the cake. He also leaned over to kiss her cheek as she leaned into his side.

“I still like your cake better.” He said it softly, Harding wouldn’t have believed him otherwise, and slid an arm around her, pulling her close.

“Zalan my last cake almost gave you food poisoning.” She reminded him, tucking her legs up under her- both ignoring whatever cheesy bad B grade horror movie was playing on the tv. He’d melted against her, chin resting on her head and she could feel the grin.

“Almost. But didn’t. It was sweeter than any honey, your family’s bees would be jealous.” He insisted and Harding rolled her eyes at him but couldn’t stop the smile or giggle trying to escape. Leaning her head back against his chest she looked up at him,

“You’re a boob, it was a pineapple-licorice cake, it didn’t have honey in it. And everyone else spat it out.” Lace watched him, habit making her look for the cringe or a wrinkle of a nose at the flavor of her cooking but the crow only smiled, a soft loving thing.

“You worked hard on it. I’d eat it again.” He told her in all seriousness and even that had her cheeks warming in another blush and she shook her head, wrapping a hand around his head to pull him into a kiss, the honey from the cake still lingering on their lips making it all the sweeter.

[lemonflavouredchaos]

Hi there! I’m looking for more body worship/pleasure dom fics. The one with Eddie and the shy chunky reader was so gooood

Oh man have I got you covered; this request opened up a chest of inspiration today.

Just the Touch of Your Hand

Highschool had been hell; in the era of super slim, super cute, dainty girls with glossy, sleek hair, you were the furthest thing from an 'it' girl as it was possible to be. Adult life would be different, you told yourself, when you had a job and a place of your own...

Of course, it isn't. Working in a bar with the same super fit, super slim girls, serving the same rude guys who look at you as if terrified a single smile would give you the wrong idea is hell too, God forbid the chubby chick thinks you like her, right?

Is it any wonder you need to let loose now and then? That's what you tell yourself as you drive out to Eddie's trailer. You just need to let loose; the weed is a way to relax and definitely not a way to forget you're... well, yourself, for a few hours.

He opens the door with a wide grin and leans on the frame, his dark hair messy and wild around his face, a sliver of smooth skin showing between his belt and his shirt,

"Y/N," he says and shakes a finger at you, "you're not a cop now, are you?"

"In this body?" You scoff, "no, Just a pissed-off barmaid."

"The cops would be lucky to have that body," he whispers, winking before he turns on his heel, leaving you no chance to reply. You roll your eyes and follow him, closing the door behind you. It's always been the same; he always has something smart to say, but when he plops down on the couch and hands you a baggie you force a smile.

"How much?" You asked, pulling your wallet from your purse,

"Sit and smoke with me and it's free," he says, then spreads his hands in mock surrender, "I'll be a gentleman, I just wanna catch up. Seems like it's been forever." You hesitate; you just want to be alone, but when he smiles at you like that it's hard to say no,

"Ok, Eddie," you sigh as you sit at the other end of the sofa, "let's chat."

He grins like he's won the lottery, and that joy is infectious,

"Great, you want a beer?" He jumps up, clapping his broad hands together,

"Sure," you nod and stretch, letting the cool air the fan blows around the room and the muted music from his bedroom soothe you. He places a can down gently and starts filling a bong.

The problem with Eddie Munson is that he can't help but be charming. The guys in school who called him a freak were assholes; he was weird, sure, but in a goofy, kind of endearing way, and it didn't take a rocket scientist to see the desperate longing in his eyes. He just wants people to like him... boy do I know that feeling,

"So," he blows smoke out in a plume before he hands you the bong, "you're a barmaid."

"Yes." You nod and take the bong,

"Do you like it?"

"Hell no," you laugh and take a drag,

"Fair enough..." he leans back, watching you hold the smoke for a few seconds before you let it go, one hand in his thick hair, "your own place?" You nod. "Hey, that's great."

"Thanks," you say and raise your eyebrows, "it's a shithole."

"Well, it's your shithole and that matters," he says, then winces, "let's forget I said that, it sounded wrong." You nod and laugh, feeling your mood lift despite yourself,

"You graduate yet?" You ask

"No," he said and grins, "but this is my year, Princess, I can feel it."

"I bet it is, too," you say as you pass the bong back, folding one leg under you, "You still seeing that chick? With the red hair?" He shakes his head,

"Nah, she moved to Portland." He shrugs as if it's nothing, but you can hear a little hurt in his voice,

"Shame," you murmur, hating yourself for being glad. He's just too cute, even if there's no chance, "she seemed nice."

"She was," he says and then his eyes slide to you with a mischievous glint in them, "you got a boyfriend these days?"

"No."

"A girlfriend?" He asks, wiggling his brows,

"No, Eddie," you say and slump back into the soft cushions. He frowns,

"Why not?" He asks, "no-one you like?"

"No-one that'll have me." The ceiling is stained with smoke, but the lights are clean. Everything is strangely clean. He scoffs and leans forward and the smell of his aftershave seeps into the air between you, fresh and sharp

"Then they're idiots," he whispers conspiratorily,

"Nah - I don't mind."

"You should have some poor guy wrapped around your little finger," he says and his eyes are warm and dark. The way he looks at you, it feels... wrong. Nice, but wrong. This isn't the way men talk to you.

You sit up, heart hammering, certain there's a blush spreading across your cheeks.

"Anyway, that's all for guys, really," you say, scrambling for something that will take those eyes away from you,

"Dating?" He asks with a quizzical grin, eyes already a little hazy. You shrug, suddenly embarrassed,

"Yeah, no, I dunno, Eds," you say and take a drag from the bong, "the whole... all the stuff that comes with it, you know?" You shake your head, feeling the world go soft and hazy, "the.. sex stuff. It's not really for girls... well, girls like me. We just kind of put up with it... or... you know, not, in my case." You laugh, but he isn't laughing along. "Guys don't really like me," you confide in him without any filter, yeah, that's what weed does dumbass, "but I don't mind."

You realize you've shocked him, you must have because he's silent and there's a line between his brows. When he opens his mouth, at first, he says nothing, and by the time he thinks of something to say the phone rings, calling his attention,

"Stay... right there," Eddie says and crosses to answer it. As he speaks into the phone, you realize you've said too much, but by the time you're gathering your purse, he's back, and he's on his knees in front of you looking at you with that same strange, almost hurt look, "ok, look, before you go..." he says, "I know you probably think you said too much, but you didn't."

"Ok," you say, and your voice is small,

"I'm sorry some shitbag made you feel like you're not good enough, " his hands land on your knees and they're so big. Your head spins. "You are. You're more than good enough... and any idiot that made you think it's 'not for you'," he makes air quotes, "if I ever find 'em, I'm gonna run them over with my van."

He's so earnest that you laugh and cover your mouth, and this time he does laugh with you. But he reaches up and takes your hand away from your face,

"Don't hide that pretty smile," he says softly, "please."

"Ok," you say, standing up with his help. Eddie presses a fresh baggie into your hand,

"Drive safe," he whispers, "and don't be a stranger.... please."

Just like that, you're in the sticky night air again; you stop your car and take a few deep breaths. Did that really happen? As if in answer to your unspoken question, his trailer door opens,

"No," Eddie almost shouts, "you know what," he leaps the steps from his trailer and crosses the ground between you, pushing a broad hand into your curls moments before he stoops to kiss you. It's hard and needy and feverish; you whimper into his mouth and let his weight push you back against the side of your car. He doesn't cop a feel, but the way his hand grips your hip has the same feeling; like you're helpless and exposed and completely at his mercy.

He pulls away, eyes bright and glittering in the gloom,

"Sex is not just for guys, Y/N, it's for girls too... especially girls like you," he whispers and rubs his nose against yours, "do you believe me?"

"I..." the words don't come; you're trembling, silent, and his face starts to shift,

"Shit, sorry -" he mutters, "I'm a fucking idiot, I'm sorry-" You cut him off with a kiss because it's the only way you can express what it is you wish you could find the words to say, and he turns to you like a sunflower following the light.

"I'm not sure I believe you," you whisper when you pull away, "but you can try to prove me wrong if you like."

He grins like you've given him the world and takes your hand,

"I will," he says and steps back, not tugging or pulling you, just inviting you to follow, and God it could be a bad idea but you do. All the way to his bedroom where he pulls off his shirt like it's nothing. You wish you had his confidence; the thought of taking off the loose, long dress you're wearing is like ice down your back, and he sees that, "hey," he says gently, "it's ok if you changed your mind."

"No... I haven't I'm just..." you trail off as he approaches,

"Lil' shy?" He teases, but his voice is warm. You nod, "that's ok... do you trust me?" You nod; you always have. He's a nice guy, really a nice guy; the kind of good person that wouldn't let anyone be pushed around. He was always kind to you, and that doesn't seem to have changed. When Eddie trails a hand along your arm, you shiver; the next kiss is gentle and slow. And it goes on and on until you think you'll lose your mind; as you slump against him, his arms slip up around your waist and he holds you like it's easy. Like you weigh nothing, "can we lose this?" He murmurs, tugging the skirt of your dress gently.

Time to be brave, Y/N, it's now or never.

You nod and help him undo the buttons down its front, but you keep your eyes closed as it slips away and the cool air tickles the fine hairs on your arms and belly.

Silence.

Then he whistles through his teeth,

"Where have you been hiding?" He asks, voice a little thick. When you open your eyes they don't meet Eddie's, because his are fixed on your body. He takes a few steps around you, and for a moment it's hard not to feel like a rabbit being circled by a wolf. Then he steps up behind you and kisses the side of your neck, fingers tracing along your hips and waist,

"Nowhere," you whisper,

"You've been hiding in these baggy dresses," he mutters, "you shouldn't have, Princess, you're perfect." Those big, warm hands slide over your skin, around to your belly, up to ghost over the fabric of your bra,

"Hardly," you scoff, but he just nips your ear lobe, making you squeak and squirm, and you can feel it against your back, how hard he is. Somehow it makes you feel small. Toes curling in the flat hightops you haven't gotten around to taking off, you're almost floored by a sense of clarity. Of how you must look in your underwear and shoes. It feels vulgar, but not dirty.

It's strange, you realize, how he moves you without pushing or pulling at you. It feel natural to move to the bed, perfectly natural; its like he's guiding you. There's no pressure or negotiation; if I say no, he'll stop. Just like that. He won't even be mad. The thought is like warm water, so when his fingers touch your back, you lie on the bed on your belly without thought, and smile when the thud of his knees hitting the floor shakes the matress.

Lips ghost over your legs and back, his hands slide slowly, almost lazily over you until he snaps your bra strap against your back with a chuckle,

"Hey!" You whine and squirm,

"Sorry, Princess," he says with a laugh, "couldn't resist. Damn I can't believe you're here..." he tugs the strap again, "yes? No?"

"Yes," you murmur, when was the last time you were this relaxed? You can't remember. When the clasp comes free and he gently pulls the bra away you sigh,

"Can't believe you're really here," he says again, "God I wanted you so bad when we had English together." The absurdity of that thought makes you giggle,

"Can't believe I believed you when you said you were gonna be a gentleman," you tease and he feigns offence, lowering the weight of his body onto your back as he whispers,

"I am being a gentleman," he says, "I'm gonna take such good care of you." You roll over, almost by your own volition, but raise your arms. This time he does pull; pulls them down, "none of that," he mutters and lowers his head to kiss the skin under your collarbone, working down to lick your nipples, placing a kiss on each one, "don't hide from me. Promise?" Those eyes are like pools of warm chocolate. How can you say no to them?

"Promise," you say, and he raises a hand,

"Pinky swear?" There's a teasing edge to his voice, he pushes one leg between yours and shifts, rubbing the rough denim of his jeans against the thin material of your panties,

"Pinky swear," you gasp and wrap your pinky around his, grinning when he leans to kiss it,

"Good, 'cause if you do, I'm gonna have to punish you," he says, grimacing, "detention for you Princess. "

"Gonna make me write lines, Eds?"

"Not what I had in mind," he rubs his leg against you again, eyes flicking over your face as you flush, then leans down, "you cold?"You shake your head, "no? Then why're you shaking?"

"I don't, ah, I don't know." When did it get so hot in here? He sighs and sits up, eyes trailing up and down your body until the urge to cover yourself is so strong it's almost tangible. He tuts,

"'Sex isn't for girls like me,'" He mimicks you with a roll of his eyes, "bullshit, this," he runs his hands from your hips up to your breasts before pressing his knee against you firmly, grinning when your thighs squeeze around it, "sweet," he leans to kiss your neck, "soft," another kiss, lower down, "perfect," and another, lower still, "little body is made for it." His chin digs into your belly, his hands tug your panties, "please?" He pouts, dragging laughter out of you again. Are you supposed to laugh this much when you're naked?

You nod.

"Fuck me," he groans, "even your pussy's pretty, what the fuck Y/N?" That's it, the last straw; you buckle, curling around yourself, shaking with laughter, "no, no, no, I know I'm hilarious but you better bring that pretty ass back over here." He says, sniggering. Domineering isn't the word for Eddie Munson, but he manhandles you with ease; the strength in him shocks you as he wrestles you onto your back and presses the length of his body against yours, "you do understand that it's unfair to be this cute?" He's grinning like a child, watching you blush and laugh and shake your head, "it is, yes, it's unfair and it should be illegal, but it won't stop me from eating that pretty little pussy until you scream, so are you gonna behave or do you need a minute?"

"I need, Jesus, Eds, I need a minute," you gasp through the gasps of laughter and the fiery blush. He flops beside you on the bed,

"Fine," he says, turning to look at you, "do you want a beer?"

"No, thank you."

"You want a pop tart?"

"No Eddie," you snort shaking your head,

"So what do you want?" He props himself up on one elbow,

"I want you to lose the jeans, for a start," you say, feeling your nakedness with painful clarity, "even the playing field a little. "

"Oh the playing field," he drawls and hops to his feet, undoing his belt without ceremony, discarding the jeans with a flourish, "you don't fool me," he points, "we both hated gym."

"True..."

Even on his knees, Eddie seems to loom, he can't help it. You smirk as he approaches, putting his elbows on either side of your legs,

"I'm literally on my knees, " he says, "can I please eat that perfect pussy?"

"God you're so rude," the eye-rolling, the admonishment; it's a front. You're shaking, terrified and exhilarated... and maybe, just maybe, enjoying the strange power he's given you.

"Please," he bats his eyelashes comically, dragging you closer until our hips are at the edge of the bed, "pretty please."

"Fine," you drag the word out, trying to mask the shivering excitement that's building in your belly.

He parts your legs like he's opening a gift, which is precious, but there's no time to tell him that; he doesn't start slow. Trying to breathe through the onslaught of sensation is enough to keep self-consciousness at bay until your body understands what it's feeling. The hot press of his maddening, the way his tongue slips over the flesh makes your head spin, and when he sucks, just enough to make you whine with need, your hands find his hair and tug.

Hips moving in time with his rhythm, you suddenly get it. Suddenly all the fuss makes sense; this is what it's supposed to be like. Those half-hearted fumbles with boys who were only interested in being able to say they had fucked anyone feel like they happened to someone else. This is how it should have been.

When you cum, it's like lightning; blinding and sudden hen you, and when you come back down to earth, Eddie's tapping your thigh,

"I do need to breathe," he says, muffled by your legs which, you see, are clamped around him.

"Shut, Eddie, I'm sorry, I-" he cuts you off with a kiss, and you can taste yourself on his lips,

"Don't be, that's exactly how I want to go out." Just like that, it seems to be over; he lies beside you and pulls you close, kissing your forehead and your hair,

"What about you?" You peek up at him and he smiles,

"I'm good," he says quietly, pressing his nose to your hair,

"You don't want...?" It's funny, you don't know how to ask him. It seems silly, this is the perfect time to ask him, just say 'Eddie, don't you want to fuck me?' The words don't come,

"I do," he murmurs, voice hot and sweet in your ear, "but this is about you."

"I want to make you feel good," it's the bravest collection of words you can assemble, so you slip your hand down to cup him while you say them and watch his eyes flutter closed,

"Yeah?" He asks, voice catching,

"Yeah," this time you're the one who moves, trying to put him on his back, but Eddie rolls and traps you under him,

"Well, who am I to refuse a lady," he chuckles and buries his face in your hair as he reaches over to fumble in the drawer of his bedside table, what...? Oh, "sure?" He asks, shaking against you as he pulls a condom free,

"Uh-huh," you can't help but watch him as he pulls his boxers down and kicks them off.

"You're so fucking cute when you blush," Eddie almost growls as he climbs back onto the bed, "... you sure about this?"

"Aren't you?"

"Fuck - what... how the hell can you ask that?" He demands A look of stupefied irritation on his face as you snort,

"Just checking," you say and realize, finally, that all this, the jokes, the teasing, they're to make you less nervous. And it's working, because your legs are up on his hips and you can feel the hard, hot press of him against your entrance... and you don't feel nervous anymore. It's Eddie, and when he sinks into you, muttering something barely audible about how good you feel, about how wet you are, the only words you hear that matter are simple,

"my good girl"

It's that simple, you realize, and that complex; it doesn't really matter what everyone else thinks of your body it doesn't matter if other men don't agree with him. As long as he says those three words again. As long as he holds you close and kisses you just like this, it doesn't matter if your stomach isn't flat, or if it ever is. Because he's got you. "You feel so good," you whisper it into his ear, along with everything else you've wanted to say all night. You tell him he's precious and adorable and handsome, that he makes you feel small in the best way, that he was right, that he proved you wrong and you want to do this again and again, and in the end, he only jokes about not actually being a superhero. So, you both agree to call a pizza and watch a horror movie while you wait.

[ijustlikereadingcutefics]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32330170/chapters/80989345

I just posted the last chapter of my Sylvie/ B-15 fic! It is incredibly fluffy so if you’re having a bad day, maybe check it out 🥰

Pairing: Sylvie/ Hunter B-15

Rated: T

Warning: none apply

Status: complete (3/3)

Word count: 7660

Featuring: tending to wounds, the inherent homoeroticism of fighting with daggers, clothes sharing, and there was only one bed.

Summary:

SPOILERS FOR EP 4

After sharing a bed when B-15 has a concussion it becomes a thing. Sylvie doesn’t know how it happened but she’s not complaining.

Or the one where they fall in love through a series of late-night conversations in bed.

[totallyradioactive15]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: EastEnders (TV)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Callum “Halfway” Highway/Ben Mitchell
Characters: Callum “Halfway” Highway, Ben Mitchell
Additional Tags: Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Kissing, Snuggling, Bubble Bath
Series: Part 13 of #Ballum - Fluff
Summary: Ben’s had a stressful week, and Callum makes Ben feel better Thank you @benjaminhighway for the idea <3

[thechildoflightning]

Pumpkin

part of the jksf universe

Family traditions are something Virgil’s never really had in a good way before. He had traditions- rituals- in his life once. But they weren’t the good kind. After, well his father had tried and they did have small traditions. But for the most part, Virgil never had that chance, never had the chance to create small little traditions with his family.

And now he does. He has that chance.

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Chapter One- Maize [ao3 link]

Chapter Two- Funnel [ao3 link]

Chapter Three- Pick [ao3 link]

[bestofirondadfics]

If you haven’t already check out the series The Adventures of Uncle Tony and his gaggle of li’l Chil’ren by Tonystarkissist

I think I’ve talked about this before but it’s seriously so good and sweet.

[crepeycrepeyspacewizard]

I don't know if you're still taking kiss prompts, but if you are, would it be possible for you to do number 9 and KyloxMitaka?

Distraction From The Routine

I accidentally wrote 2.3k of Kytaka fluff for this prompt :D

9. Distracting Kiss - When you are competing, maybe playing video games or something so you press kisses anywhere available; arms, nose, knees, ears, knuckles, temple, just anywhere to distract them.

[soledadgeek]

Fluffiest of All Rec List for Fluffy

Hello everyone!!! It’s been a while since a rec list appeared on my blog so now’s the time for another epic list!

As my followers might know, I have a tendency to gift rec lists to my core “absolutely bestest of best trio” of girls : scruffysterek and the ladies at wheredidhiseyebrowsgo, Angsty and Fluffy. We’ve been to war together, it means a lot ;)

Now, I realized, after I did the Fox Stiles Rec List for scruffysterek and the Blind/Mute/Deaf Sterek Rec List for Angsty.... that I never did one for my wonderful Warrior Queen Fluffy :-O

So here’s the fluffiest of all rec list for my fierce Fluffy because well... fluffy is her jam guys. I couldn’t find anything more appropriate! ;) I might have gone a little overboard (though a lot of these are shorts) as you’ll have 75 fics to choose from :) HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY!!!! 

SHORT

"My daddy can beat up your daddy...why are our daddies kissing?" by bleep0bleep / 809 w. / G 

Derek and Stiles are both single parents, and their rival children attempt to make them fight.

First Snow by mikkimouse / 966 w. / T

Derek, Stiles, and their kids enjoy a snow day.

Touch by always_addicted / 1271 w. / G

Derek didn't realise how much he missed being touched until the first time Stiles leaned on him.

Snuggle Wolf by Stephaninnie / 1403 w. / T

I took this: Important OTP question: which one sends cute good-morning texts and which one replies to them angrily because ‘it’s not even seven yet fuck off’

...And ran with it.

all we are by trilliastra / 1422 w. / G

Stiles makes fun of them all the time, says it feels weird knowing that his dad and his boyfriend share secrets about him, but Derek can see right through his lie.

“Yeah.” Derek says distractedly, playing with the bottle in his hand. “I want to marry him.” He blurts out.

John freezes, eyes widening in surprise as he places his bottle on the table carefully.

Awesome & Awesomer by whyamIalwaysLoislane (Whyamialwaysloislane) / 1459 w. / T

Derek and Laura meet up and have a coffee. In Stiles And Scott's cafe.  Fluff and cuteness ensues.

Taylor Swift and Winter Dances by RavenclawDoll / 1479 w. / Not Rated

Prompt: "walked into 24 hour coffee shop at 3am and found the barista all alone and passionately dancing to Taylor Swift" au. by romanifeuilly. I also added mentions of Christmas since it's December.

11 out of 10 by ianandmickeyrlikegingerandbread / 1497 w. / T 

Stiles drags Derek shopping and Derek might like Stiles' ass a bit too much. Who can blame him?  

Crazy Scary Beautiful by Elpie (Horribibble) / 1644 w. / T

The guy just came in with a duffle bag full of knives and plopped them down on the counter, easy as you please. He’s standing there with a perfectly cheerful look on his face, bouncing a little on the balls of his feet.

In which Stiles Stilinski is probably a serial killer, but Derek falls in love anyway.

Blizzard Boyfriend by literaryoblivion / 1897 w. / T

With a record-breaking snowstorm on the horizon, threatening a city shutdown for a few days, Stiles gets the bright idea to put an ad up on craigslist for someone to spend his snow days with that would be filled with cuddling, movies, alcohol, and potential makeouts or more.

It's a joke until someone responds.

Welcome to Rosie's Diner can I interest you in an eye-opener? by crossroadswrite / 1999 w. / T

When the unfairly attractive couple walks in, at their usual hour, Kat starts humming the wedding march.

Jason elbows her sharply in the ribs, trying to hide his snicker even as he waves nicely at them.

“Fuck they’re so pretty,” he sighs mournfully, “why did they have to be a couple, that’s just unfair.”

“I know,” she commiserates.

(Or: The one where Stiles and Derek are regulars at Rosie's diner and exactly zero of the employees believe they're not actually a couple, I mean come on look at them.)

Because Maybe by bleep0bleep / 2115 w. / T

Derek is a kindergartner teacher on summer vacation, wanting to pick up a hobby. He puts out a Craigslist ad looking for someone to give him guitar lessons.

Stiles only knows how to play Wonderwall and finds Derek's ad in the m4m section of Craigslist. He thinks he's scored a hot date.

sing me a song, piano man by bleep0bleep / 2223 w. / T

Derek’s worked at McCall’s for three years, just about as long Stiles has been the pianist, and not once has Stiles ever sung a song about him.

Signs of Affection by trilliath / 2263 w. / G

Or: Five Times Derek is a Born Wolf and Nobody Gets it, and One Time They Do.

Laughter Lines by badcaseofcasey / 2273 w. / T

Stiles is in love with lazy Sunday mornings, and Derek's laughter lines; and Derek, too.

Stood Up and Standing Out by kitsunequeen / 2416 w. / G

For the prompt: "It's been an hour and my date still hasn't shown up, I've been basically stood up, and to make it worse everyone is starting to give me these apologetic looks, but all of the sudden you come sit with me, explaining loudly why you didn't make it earlier although I've never seen you before, and we end up having the best non-planned date ever."

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By eight o’clock, Derek has begun playing on his phone, because really, who could judge him harder at this point? Besides, it’s better than exchanging looks with Puppy Dog Eyes.

He’s just leveled up in Candy Crush when someone practically bursts in through the front doors.

“Oh my gosh,” the man says loudly. It’s not enough to silence the restaurant, but it does make most of the patrons glance over. “I am so sorry. I’m here for dinner with Mr. Hale,” he tells the maître d’, and that certainly catches Derek’s attention. “The reservation should be in his name. Is he even here still?”

“Erm, yes, Mr…” the man behind the desk says, and Derek can easily picture his disapproving frown.

“Stilinski.”

The Right Motivation by bleep0bleep / 2474 w. / T

Stiles had walked in to Derek’s life one rainy day, dripping wet all over his floor and stared openly at Derek pulling out a fresh batch of lava cakes, and said to Derek, “Please just put it in my mouth.”

What Every Firefighter Needs by sofonisba_found / 2816 w. / T

Every firehouse needs a Dalmatian, right? It just so happens that the Dalmatian adored by the men and women at engine 603 isn't quite what he seems.

Scream Like You Mean It by queenravenr / 2839 w. / Not Rated 

prompt- Heard a scream and thought you were getting killed but it was just a spider. college au.

Quick, Give Me Something Profound by Kaathyra / 2908 w. / T

Stiles had always thought he would deal with this situation with a bit more dignity, should it ever arise. To be honest he had been hoping it wouldn't, but now that it has Stiles realises what a long shot assuming he could get out of this without embarrassing himself was. After all, when you run into your cheating scumbag of an ex for the first time since you broke up it's unlikely the meeting is going to go anything less than terrible for you...

Or, the Fake Boyfriends AU

Bogarted by HalfFizzbin / 3126 w. / M

Alternate Title: "Dick Failwolf, Private Eye."

(Or, Derek's hit with a Film Noir curse, which forces him to narrate his own life in luridly-detailed prose.)

Blind Leading the Blind by esmerelda / 3138 w. / T

"I don't like this guy Lydia." He whines as he leaves the apartment.

"You haven't even met him yet!"

"I know but I can just feel it. I have a very good feeling for these things, you know that."

She rolls her eyes and slams the door in his face.

Cuddle Therapy by alisvolatpropiis / 3216 w. / Not Rated

“Dude, did you know that Derek’s into dudes?” Scott asks the question as he shoves a folded piece of meat lover’s pizza in his mouth, last few words turning to mumbled mush.

Stiles tells himself that’s why he has to ask him to repeat it twice, even though Scott-talking-with-his-mouth-full is practically his second language, mastered when they were first graders, along with Scott-needs-to-use-his-puppy-eyes-now-because-words-are-hard-for-him-sometimes and Scott-talking-while-trying-to-pretend-he’s-not-having-an-asthma-attack (now a dead language thanks to the vigorous application of werewolfdom).

You put a Hallmark on my Heart by giantteenwolforgy / 3325 w. / T

Stiles is funny and smart and kind and is also his daughter's teacher and his boss's son. On the list of people who are off-limits, Stiles has held the top spot for as long as Derek has known him.

Since Derek is Derek, Stiles also happens to rank number one on the list of people Derek is in love with. Seriously. His life is like a bad Hallmark movie.

For A Good Cuddle Call Stilinski by PapaArgent / 3364 w. / T

'20 y.o. male seeks 18-30 y.o. male with which to cuddle contact 123-4567 for more'

Stiles is sick of sleeping alone and cuddling his pillow, he just wants someone to cuddle with, so after a little encouragement from Scott he takes a personal ad in the newspaper. The results are interesting, but no one lasts long enough, except for the last one (well duh...)

Enamour Me by stilinski / 3417 w. / G

or, "How to Woo An Oblivious Human College Student According to Derek Hale."

I'm Game (A Very Craigslist Thanksgiving) by dr_girlfriend / 3609 w. / T

"If you’d like to have me as your strictly platonic date for Thanksgiving, but have me pretend to be in a very long or serious relationship with you, to torment your family, I’m game," the ad had said. "I can do these things, at your request: openly hit on other guests while you act like you don't notice, start instigative discussions about politics and/or religion, propose to you in front of everyone, pretend to be really drunk as the evening goes on (sorry, I don't drink, but I used to. a lot. too much in fact. I know the drill), start an actual, physical fight with a family member, either inside or on the front lawn for all the neighbors to see. I require no pay but the free meal I will receive as a guest."

My first Teen Wolf fic, but I couldn't resist the prompt. Fluffy as hell. (Changed the rating to T for language)

every atom of me (and every atom of you) by versipelle / 3621 w. / G

Derek comes back to Beacon Hills, but Stiles doesn't give him the warmest welcome.

After they bicker through their feelings, Stiles reads to him until they get interrupted... 

One Fail Over a Cuckoos' Date by FireWithFire / 3764 w. / M

Even after the date goes as well as it could (except some crazy stuff, of course), there's the hidden Failwolf and the crouching moron inside Derek Hale ready to jump in and screw up. Temporarily. Stiles is very forgiving if you're one hot piece of werewolf.

Assholes In Love by serenelystrange / 3819 w. / T 

These two assholes can’t figure out what to get each other for Christmas. Their friends are absolutely no help. But it all works out. ------- Written for the Sterek Secret Santa 2014 on tumblr, for hopelesslynowasterekshipper.  

No Sooner Looked But They Loved by Catchclaw / 4112 w. / E

Contrary to popular opinion, Derek doesn't have a problem with birthdays. It's surprises that he can't stand.

This is a Cat-tastrophe by reptilianraven / 4227 w. / G

“Honestly, I don't see the problem here.” Kira says as Igloo crawls up onto her shoulder. She idly feeds him a small piece of parsley. "You're into him, he's pretty into you. You both bond over it through cat care tips. A hot guy plus cats? That's a jackpot. There's no downside here."

"Yeah, everything would be perfect if it wasn't for the fact that I don't actually own any cats!" Stiles yells, bordering on manic.

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The one where Stiles thinks that Derek only talks to him because he thinks Stiles owns a cat. The problem is that Stiles doesn't own a cat at all. Instead, he has a judgmental iguana and a crush on the guy living on the 4th floor. Everything is terrible. Sort of.

A Kiss and A Promise by literaryoblivion / 4289 w. / T

It took Stiles about a week to figure out that he shared his apartment building with someone who very well may be the hottest man he's ever seen. It then took about three weeks to narrow down which of the possible six floors he lives on. After that it takes another week to figure out that the guy works as an EMT because he’s in the elevator wearing his tight uniform and Stiles didn’t think it was possible for the guy to look hotter, but it is totally possible.

To Me, You're Purrfect by Hepzheba / 4574 w. / G

The original prompt idea was by captain-snark and went like this: "There are many a fic where Derek is unknowingly stuck in his wolf form and taken care of by Stiles but i really want fic where stiles accidentally turns himself into a cat and goes to Derek cos he thinks Derek might recognize him..being a wolf and all. Except, Derek does not. But also Derek is a secret cat person. And tells Stiles he’s gorgeous as he pets him, because Stiles would be a totally gorgeous cat. All lean with big paws and huge amber eyes and a fuzzy white tummy."

And that's basically what this is.

So this is romance? by MemeKon / 4610 w. / T

"So this is," Stiles starts, and pauses to squint his eyes and lick at his lips before going on, "a bit weird."

"You look like a lizard when you do that," Derek replies, putting a finger on Stiles’ bottom lip and dragging it down, all uncoordinated and glassy eyed. "It's cute. You are cute."

The One with the Napping byCaptain_Loki / 4768 w. / M

It is a unique and somewhat unhelpful talent, but Stiles can fall asleep anywhere.

gave your smile to me by Sarageek16 / 4784 w. / T

In which Stiles is a hooker (but not really), Derek wants to feed his skinny little body, and there is soup. Not necessarily in that order.

Mingled Souls by samslostshoe / Series / Total 4879 w. / T -G 

Part 1 : From Where You Are

Three weeks after Derek and Cora skip town, Stiles begins receiving postcards from all around California, signed "D."

+++

 Who would take the time to send him a postcard and then not give any indication of who he is except for one initial? Who would possibly go to all that trouble just to be uncommunicative and mysterious? Of course, Stiles knows exactly who sent it.

How far do I have to go to get to you by toomuchplor / 5189 w. / E

Stiles never knows if it's worse when Derek Hale steps out of the shadows or when he slinks back into them; either way, Stiles never expected to have this many feelings about his stupid old yellow owl shirt.

You Fit Me Better by Rena / 5210 w. / G

Five times Stiles and Derek ended up wearing each others clothes on accident, and one time it's deliberate.

YouTuber Dylan by froggydarren / Series / Total 5249 w. / T / Hobrien 

Part 1 : Hi there, YouTube!

Instead of heading for a career in acting, Dylan becomes a YouTube star (well, the number of subscriptions on his channel says so, he vehemently disagrees) with a less than subtle crush on one Tyler Hoechlin, a newcomer on the indie movie scene. With Dylan’s popularity resulting in invitations to run interviews on red carpets, he knows it’s only a matter of time before he runs into Tyler. What he’s not expecting is meddling friends (really, he should’ve known) and how the actual meeting plays out.

One Night Pancakes by literaryoblivion / 5643 w. / E

Derek loves his kids. He does. But… every once in a while he needs a break from them. It’s natural. It’s totally fine. He needs some “me” time occasionally. It’s allowed, okay?

At least this is what he keeps telling himself when he drops the kids and their overnight bags off at his older sister Laura’s house. 

(you're) his warrior by colferstilinski / 5695 W. / E

The first etching of the mark appears when Derek is eight years old.

BunBun the Bunny by DomesticatedChaos / Series / Total 5817 w. / G    

Part 1 : BunBun the Destroyer

 Derek gets a pet. It's not what anyone expects.

Abominable Snowmen and Werewolves by BeniMaiko / Series / Total 6224 w. / E 

Part 1 : Cold Natured

Stiles is a Yeti. Just pure fluff.

can't be hateful, gotta be grateful by HalfFizzbin / 6260 w. / T

"Be cool, Dad, we've decided to con Grandma."

(Or, the one where the Stilinski men drag Derek to Thanksgiving dinner at Grandma's and she gets the right wrong idea.)

Truth or Dare by officerstilinskihale / 6325 w. / T

“So, I thought I’d do this, and just to keep to the same theme…” he trailed off, before nodding once, as if to steel himself to what he was about to do. “Derek Hale, I dare you to go out with me.”

Derek stared blankly at the screen, watching as Stiles ducked his head, blushing.

“That sounded a lot cooler in my head to be perfectly honest,” he admitted, and Derek’s mouth twitched.

Brick by paintedrecs (bon) / 8336 w. / T

“Mornin', love," Derek says, and Stiles freezes in his arms. They haven't exchanged official I love you’s yet, and Derek seems determined to derail Stiles's plans to say it first. With fireworks. Or bubble baths. Something epic.

The point is, Derek barely even seems to realize he's doing it, and it's driving Stiles crazy.

Or: My first time writing a 5 + 1 fic.

if you get lost you can always be found by redlyrium / 8956 w. / T

Stiles is delirious and dehydrated when he stumbles into Derek's auto shop with a broken down jeep. Afterwards, for some reason, Stiles can't seem to stay away. Even if he's pretty sure Derek hates him. A lot.

where others fade away by pr1nc3ssp34ch / 9054 w. / T

When the name Grzegorz tattoos itself across Derek's wrist in neat, thin strokes, his mother pats him on the head in sympathy and Laura laughs so hard she has to go to her room, the sound echoing down the hall as she goes. When it stays there for six years and no such Grzegorz appears, Derek seriously considers moving to Poland.

Meanwhile, on Stiles' eighteenth birthday when Derek crawls onto his skin, untidy and volatile, Lydia shrieks in sudden realization, and Jackson looks so entirely offended that even Danny can't kiss him back to normal.

Diamonds Are Forever (but flowers are cheaper) by tylerfucklin (zimothy) / 9453 w. / T

His name was Stiles Stilinski. He was older than 21, but younger than 25. His dad was the sheriff and he was a student at Beacon Hills Community College. He came into the shop every couple days; always after three, but never past five. He always said hello to Laura, always bought one bouquet, and always spent five minutes trying to make Derek smile with as many puns as he could come up with by the time Derek handed him his receipt.

Derek may or may not be in love with him.

ice ice baby by chupachups / 9468 w. / E

Boyd’s eyebrows shoot upwards, like he was really not expecting that answer. “And that would be why?”

“Um,” Derek hums and decides he can at least try lying, if nothing. “Well, you see, I thought there might be some useful stuff for us, they’re skaters after all too, right, but with different techniques and all so I was – “

“There’s someone in the class you’re interested in?”

“There’s someone in the class I’m interested in.”

Inevitability (About Damn Time) by accordingtomel / 9707 w. / E

“So?” Scott says.

“So?” Stiles sputters, kicking his shoes into the corner and locking the front door behind him. He’d whipped out his phone the second he’d pulled up to the house, and miracle among miracles, Scott actually answered. Of course, he’s not so pleased about that now. “My dad thinks Derek and I are dating, Scott. Did you miss that part?”

The asshole actually has the audacity to laugh. As if this is somehow hilarious to him. Worst best friend ever. “No, I didn’t.”

“This is not funny, Scott.”

“Yeah, it actually kind of is, though.”

Show Me How We Can Escape by secondstar / 9858 w. / E 

Stiles needed a vacation. He deserved it, after working nonstop. Australia felt like a world away from the limelight; just what he needed. He didn't expect to meet Derek, though.

MEDIUM LENGHT

Love at Second Sight by orphan_account / Series / Total 11229 w. / M 

Part 1 : Love at Second Sight

Derek is hissing through the phone, three little boys clinging to his legs. “No, you ass—astonishingly abominable person, don’t you dare laugh. Get me someone to help. I’m in the office. Laura says she won’t be back for two weeks. Two full weeks. Get me someone, now, before I fire you and throw myself out a building.”

Derek is a CEO, but when he's saddled with his nephews for two weeks, he needs help. And when his sister is killed in a car accident, he needs that same person even more. That person is Stiles.

Snow Flirting by thepsychicclam / 11396 w. / M

As Beacon Hills get pounded with foot after foot of snow, single dad Stiles can't quite keep up with his four year old, his job, and shoveling his driveway. Derek makes his teenage son shovel Stiles' walk, and that just leads to Derek helping Stiles out with a whole bunch of other tasks. That's okay with Derek, though, cause any chance to be with Stiles is okay with him.

All The Way Home (I'll Be Warm) by GotTheSilver / 11535 w. / M

A Christmas AU involving New York, snow, baked treats, and hot chocolate.

Stiles is standing there, shifting awkwardly from foot to foot, and Derek doesn’t want to see him disappear into the apartment opposite without a promise to see him again. “Do you—would you like something to drink? Coffee?”

“Uh, yeah, sure.” Rubbing his hands together, Stiles nods and looks over his shoulder. “Can you give me a minute to get changed? I’ve got snow melting in places that I don’t want it to be melting.”

Derek laughs at the look on Stiles’ face and nods. “Knock when you’re done.”

If Derek watches Stiles until the door closes, that’s no one’s business but his own.

Babcia Knows Best by thepsychicclam / 11887 w. / T

Stiles takes his grandmother to bingo every Thursday. Now there's a new guy calling out the numbers, and his grandmother has decided to set them up.           

Death and Life and Love be One by demonicweirdo / Series / Total 13387 w. / T 

Part 1 : To Flush With Love and Hide in Flowers

“Uh, are you okay?” Derek asked him, his voice soft and calm and just what Stiles needed to hear this whole time. Stiles groaned, rubbing his head. “No. There are limits to what gods can do. One of them is that using your powers for ten days straight drains you. Completely.” He was never talking to Lydia again.

Around the Bend by lupinus, uraneia / 14889 w. / E

The first time Derek catches sight of the new yoga instructor, Stiles is in the middle of showing a class how to do downward-facing dog. Derek walks into a wall. 

Things don’t exactly improve from there.

Derek can't stop staring at Stiles, the bendy new yoga instructor at his family's gym. Stiles thinks Derek's a repressed homophobe who hates Stiles for making him want the D. They fall in love.

Trees are always a relief after dealing with people (except when they aren't) by ravelqueen / 15889 w. / M

Derek Hale decides to become a hermit before he reaches 25. Too bad he picked Beacon Hills as his retirement home.

(Or the one where Stiles is a wood nymph/pixie/human hybrid who falls in love with his new grumpy werewolf neighbour)

Nacho Fortune by LillianDeLooney / 17952 w. / E / MPREG

Whoever thought it was a good idea to mix Mexican food and fortune cookies needs to be damned to the darkest place of Hell. Why, you ask?

Funny story . . .

Or: the one where Derek gets de-aged again, somehow gets Stiles pregnant, and they have to live with the consequences.

Derek only speaks to his cat by grimmfairy / 18500 w. / Not Rated / WIP

Derek has a cat, and his cat is the only one that doesn't look at him differently after Kate tries to burn his family. Years after the fire, Derek returns to Beacon Hills to be near his pack, which has begun to take on new members that are all teenagers. Derek is still lonely though, and keeps his family at arm's length out of guilt even as they strive to get closer to him.

Derek rescues a mysterious stranger from being mugged in an alley one night and he's told he get's one wish.

Then suddenly there's a naked, cuddly teenager in his loft that doesn't speak english or know how to walk on two legs, and his cat is missing. All Derek wanted was someone to talk to.

hooked on (dangling by a yarn) by extantecstasy / 19132 w. / T

One hundred days, ten scarves, one Christmas, and Stiles' dormant magic has to ruin everything.

Talk Geeky to Me by stilesanderek (minxxx) / 19874 w. / E

Derek and Stiles are the most typical combo of nerd plus geek two teenage boys could be; and as stereotypical as they could ever get, they're each other's only friend. That usually doesn't bother Stiles much, Derek is the best best friend he could ever hope to have, but sometimes when he thinks about his fate of possibly not having his first kiss until college, he starts wishing he had a few more friends--or at least more people who were a bit more interested in him other than when they need to copy his notes.

In a fit of curiosity about how kissing feels like, Stiles proposes Derek that they each be the other's first kiss--strictly platonic, of course. But afterwards, Stiles can't stop noticing how hot Derek is, can't stop thinking about kissing and touching him.

OR

The five times Derek and Stiles "fake" kiss and one time they take things further.

Abominable by Revenant / 20277. w / T

Where Derek buys a secluded cabin halfway up a mountain, meets a yeti and falls in love with Stiles, but not necessarily in that order.

A Boy and His Wolf by heavenorspace, twobirdsonesong / Series / Total 21232 w. / G - T 

 Part 1 : The Thunderstorm

During a raining, thundering night, Derek comforts a 9-year-old Stiles after the death of his mother.

Where Clouds Roll By by ohanotherday / 22049 w. / T

LJ Prompt: Derek gets de-aged, physically *and* mentally, and immediately gravitates towards Stiles instead of his pack. Why? Because he can sense that everyone else (Scott, Erica, Boyd, Isaac, etc.) is a werewolf (or were-something, in Jackson's case), and his family taught him not to trust unfamiliar weres when he was on his own. He can also sense that Allison's a Hunter or connected to them somehow, (maybe she smells like wolfsbane? w/e). So Stiles ends up having to take care of him until he's back to normal. In the meantime, bb!Derek gets very protective of Stiles, and adorable shenanigans ensue.

Gen is fine, but bonus points for Derek/Stiles either happening as a result if they weren't already in some kind of relationship.

Not Quite Lost (Not Quite Found) by alocalband / 25026 w. / E

A year after the nogitsune is defeated, Derek is living a quiet life in the mountains above a small town in Colorado.

Then Stiles shows up.

It's Called a Heart Boner by RemainNameless / 26784 w. / M

In which everyone and everything ever in the history of the world is trying to ruin Derek's life before he can finish his master's, especially his evil twin sister, his weird ability to start relationships on accident, his best friend's obsession with his sex life, people with dimples, his subsequent inability to end relationships, manipulative sorority queens, and oh yeah, that stupid drunk ass freshman he keeps running into.

OR

The five times Derek saves a very drunk Stiles and the one time Stiles saves him back.

It's Insanity, but... by rosepetals42 / 39976 w. / WIP (sort of...) / M

The doorbell interrupts what had turned out to be quite the epic shoe hunt but, really, he’s grateful for the break. Or at least, he is until he heads down the stairs to grab the door, trips over a stuff animal of some kind, bashes his head on the wall and barely manages to catch himself from falling down the entire flight of stairs. As with all things, Stiles would like to state, for the record, that this is Scott’s fault.

Or: Scott and Stiles are raising seven children. Derek is the entertainer they hire for a birthday party (not a clown though, he's very specific on that fact.)

LONG

Mating Habits by lielabell / Series / Total 40876 w. / E – M - G 

 Part 1 : Mating Habits of the Domesticated North American Werewolf

Derek doesn’t do pining. He doesn’t. So when it becomes clear that Stiles is much more interested in having Derek as a new best friend than a boyfriend, he puts on his big boy pants and makes it fucking work. He becomes the best goddamn friend a spastic teenager could ever hope to have.

Easy Trouble by Survivah / 55953 w. / M

Derek+Stiles+fairies = love spell

"Make love to me," Derek demands.

What.

He's Not Mine by Sunnee / 68534 w. / E

Derek comes home to find an abandoned werebaby on his front porch and Stiles volunteers to help him out. Surprisingly, that is just the beginning of his problems.

AND THAT’S IT!!!! Hope you guys loved the rec and that a chorus of squee will be spread with my hard work (we’re talking 2 weeks actually, I have no life!!!!) as well as blushes and giggles ;)

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