sterek fan fiction more like sterek man friction


Never Again.

Rated M, Complete.

He threw himself down into his mattress, his back arching as he called out in pain, the thick strings of fears falling down his cheeks “she’s not proud of me!” He cried out, his body jolting and throwing him off of his bed against his own will. He hit the floor hard, only adding to the pain. His ribcage felt as though it was pulsating as writhed on the floor, choking on his sobs, every now and then pounding his fist into the floor to relieve the anger and frustration.

Suddenly, his heart felt as though it was being squeeze and torn at, the pain excruciating as he screamed out for help. Not that he wanted anyone to see him like this.



All You’re Giving Me Is Friction.

Rated M, Complete.

Stiles, unaware, drizzled oil onto a cloth, and began to wipe the barrel down, hands steady and sure. The barrel gleamed under his hands, and his thumb ran up the underside of it, tracing the length.

There was a gust as everyone in the room just deflated, the fight going right out of them. “I have to go,” Brandon said miserably, and slunk out of the room, a magazine held in front of him. The others followed, slamming the door viciously as they left the apartment.

Derek bit back a smug grin. “Wimps,” he said under his breath, and turned back to the stove.

"Did you say something?" Stiles said, and then, "Wait, where did everyone go?"



Hazelnut, Strawberry and Mint.

Coffee Shop AU, Rated M, Complete.

In which Stiles is cheeky, Derek likes dogs, and coffee is gourmet as hell.



I Should Meet You Because I Love You.

Meeting Online, Rated M, Completed.

Stiles has shaved his head like he used to when he was sixteen. Stiles just… feels like he wants to. Something that makes him feel good on the inside. He sends a picture off to Derek and gets the response,

haleofatime: WHERE DID IT GO

haleofatime: fuck you’re cute

haleofatime: do me

studmuffinstilinski: i would love to

studmuffinstilinski: believe me

haleofatime: then get online later



Time Bomb.

Rated T, WIP.

"I want the d!" Stiles declared, still staring at Derek, which had been totally taken back by that comment and was now sporting his best ‘did you just say you wanna have sex by saying you want the d?’ Expression. "Eeeelicious McDonald’s you brought me!" He grinned, jumping over Derek’s lap and pulling the bag from his grip, Derek was shaking his head and chuckling. Of course that’s what Stiles meant, he wasn’t a sexual deviant. All the time.



A Human’s Guide To Alpha Mating And Reproduction.

Mpreg, rated M, WIP.

Stiles really should have read the Bestiary a little more carefully, especially the bit about what exactly being mated to an Alpha entails.



Helpless Case.

Teacher!Derek, Rated M, WIP.

Stiles refused to look at Mr. Hale’s ass.

He was NOT going to look up.

He wasn’t going to look up from his blank page to stare at the material impossibly stretched across the most beautiful butt he has ever seen. It doesn’t matter that he needs to take the notes that are being written across the chalk board. Once he looks up, his eyes are going to wander and all hope will be lost.

Stiles let out a groan and smacked his head off the notepad on his desk. This teacher was going to be the end of him. It’s bad enough that he actually needs this credit to graduate but so far Mr. Hale has made it impossible to concentrate with his disgustingly wide smile and the crinkled he gets in his nose sometimes when he laughs. Why did he have to start teaching this year? Why not next year when Stiles will be out of here and not have to be submitted to this form of slow torture. A form a torture that Stiles apparently liked to keep coming back to, he was such a masochist, he just couldn’t stop.



Last To Know.

Mpreg, not rated, WIP.

Kink meme fill in which every werewolf and shapeshifter in Beacon Hills is aware that Stiles is pregnant before he is. And apparently the first baby!werewolf being born into the pack (their Alpha’s, no less) is a big freakin’ deal and excuse enough for everyone to lose their damn minds. When Stiles figures out why everyone’s been acting so weird around him, he’s not amused.