Posts tagged sterek free fic rec
Posts tagged sterek free fic rec
so i’ve been promising this was nearly finished for four fucking months. but it’s done now and i’m washing my hands off it.
this belongs to dea’s and my heat!verse. the first part is here and dea’s also written this in the same verse (technically it’s set earlier, but i think of it as an outtake or a flashback. i love the first one she wrote as an opening too much.) my fic follows directly from the first part and i strongly advise reading that first. there will probably be more after this - eventually. we know roughly where this is going but i don’t expect it to be finished any time soon.
Peter/Scott + Scott/Stiles || Explicit || Warnings: heavy dubcon, violence, casual ableist language || Summary: Scott goes into heat.
Peter spends the car trip breathing in Scott’s scent. It’s a clinging smell of sex and sweat and it goes beautifully with the raggedness of Scott’s breath, the way he squirms in his seat.
“Keep your hands off him,” Stiles snaps.
She’s waiting for him.
He closes his eyes, hears Derek’s wrecked apology, the breaths and the sobs he won’t let sound reverberating in his chest, and when he opens them again, Erica’s surrounded by light and beaming as she steps forward to take his hand.
"Missed you," she whispers, squeezing his fingers.
Boyd pulls her into a hug, whispers I’m sorry and I should have protected you over and over into her neck.
Erica hums, curling a hand around his shoulder as she presses a line of kisses from his cheek to his mouth. When she pulls back, her eyes are shining and the same gorgeous, unwavering grin is on her lips. “It’s okay.”
"Christ, I missed that," Boyd rasps, laughing thickly as he runs his thumb over the smile on Erica’s mouth.
She giggles, turning when she hears a cry of Boyd’s name behind her. Boyd looks up, heart skipping in his chest, and Erica turns back with tears in her eyes. “Someone else missed you more than me.”
There’s a young girl with dark curls bouncing as she races toward him, and Boyd drops to his knees and wraps her up in his arms the second she’s close enough.
Alicia smells like home.
Warnings: Discussion of Past Abuse
Summary: Isaac’s not had the best life, and in the end, he’s not the best person, either. He’s kind of a bad kid, and he’s okay with that. Or he was, until Melissa McCall took him into her home. For once, maybe, he wants to be someone a parent could be proud of. But nothing ever goes right for him, and it doesn’t help that her son, Scott, is always getting under his skin.
Author’s Note: Oops, my finger slipped and Scisaac.
“Mr. Harris, may I use the bathroom, please?”
Scott’s head perks up as Mr. Harris gestures and Isaac walks out. He throws a look back at Scott. His smile is subtle enough that no one else catches it, and Scott laughs under his breath,…
littlemissmutant replied to your post: I am doing these still, in dribs and drabbles, bit…how does Allison/Isaac work, I’m fascinated
So once upon a time, I was doing a whole set of chatfics pairing Allison with..basically everybody but Scott, I think, just for the sake of seeing what happened. The Allison/Lydia one turned into the Judge, Jury, Executioner stories, the Allison/Derek one never got off the ground, the Allison/Jackson one I forgot I’d even done until I went to check the chatlogs…but Allison/Isaac, that was a nice one. Quiet. Rain on four-hundred-year-old cobblestones and thin streams of sunlight through the stained glass at Sainte Chappelle in the morning. Paris.
The way it starts is this: Isaac has one job. Just one.
Rating: NC-17, contains cunnilingus
"We can’t," Allison hisses frantically, eyes flicking over to her cracked open door. "My parents are just downstairs."
D/J - Jackson is the new inmate that gets Big Dog Derek Hale as his cell mate.
[You said prison, I heard masturbation. This was entirely written on my iPod, so it’s a little, meh, but …]
As far as cellmates go, and Derek has been at Beacon Hills Penitentiary long enough to go through a few, the kid is not that bad. Sure, he’s clearly spoilt and ornery and spends most of his days scowling and sulking in the corner, but as the days, weeks, months past, Derek finds that he’s also fiercely funny when he wants to be and has a knack for pushing Derek’s buttons which isn’t as bad as he lets on. Most importantly, trust doesn’t seem to be a word in his dictionary while self-loathing has a twenty-page entry, and Derek of all people can get behind that.
(The name Kate still haunts Derek’s nightmares, rings in his ears with the words stupid and traitor.)
Anyway, the thing is, Derek actually doesn’t mind sharing the same six by eight foot space with one Jackson Whittemore. He might even go so far to say that he likes the kid. A little. Enough, at least, that he lets him follow him around the yard, sit next to him at meals, work out with him; he even backs the kid when his mouth gets him into trouble. Surprisingly, Derek finds himself glad to take Jackson under his wing, like a wolf taking a stray into its pack.
“Mr. Harris,” Boyd calls out to the man slinking out of the club. “I believe we need to have a chat.” Harris has always reminded Boyd of a weasel, and his personality certainly seemed to match in any case. A functioning alcoholic with a constant deficit of funds going towards the bottle. The banks wouldn’t touch him.
That’s where Boyd comes in.
archiveofourown.org/wor… best scott/isaac fic 10k+ no surprise sterek AT ALL and no improbable abuse
This is GREAT.
Scott POV too which isn’t super popular.
I see this and all I can think is Jackson Whittemore.
Lydia picks it out for him, makes sure everything matches and actually finds him heels in his size. She gets the garter belt on him, helps him into the stockings and secures the garter belt’s clasps to the tops of the sheer fabric. After that she sees to the corset.
She tugs at the lacing, cinching the corset tight around him, and asks softly if he can still breathe freely. At his nod she pulls a little tighter, adjusts how it’s pulling, and absently strokes a hand along the satiny curve of his corseted waist. She checks the fit a few more times before finally tying him off, leaving the tails to dangle and brush against his thighs.
It’s an experiment, to see if he likes it, and god Jackson does. He fucking loves it because he feels gorgeous, even more than normal, and instead of feeling like a girl in all these typically feminine things he feels almost ridiculously masculine. The way the stockings hug his lightly hairy legs, the way the corset gives a curve to his waist but still makes it clear that he’s a man, he’s male, masculine but still so fucking pretty. It’s amazing, the way that the heels make his ass look even more fantastic.
He poses happily for her as she takes pictures in the middle of night in downtown Beacon Hills after nearly everyone’s asleep. No one recognizes him and it’s thrilling and Lydia absolutely loves it, can’t stop telling him how good he looks as they’re laughing on the way back to the car and she can’t stop touching the corset or the stockings.
Eventually they’re doing this almost once a week because Jackson loves the feeling he gets dressed up like this, and the attention from Lydia doesn’t hurt, and Lydia loves helping him into (and out of) the pretty things.
YES YES YES YES YES GOOD GOOD GOOD GOOD GOOD.
“What’s it like?” Isaac asked.
There was really no way for Scott to explain what an asthma attack was like, so he had to show the other boy instead.
Breathplay. No weird power balances. No Scott bashing.
Chris Argent looked at the girl next to him, the only survivor of a group of hikers the Wendigo had attacked. Her face was pale but her mouth was resolute. Chris knew he just had to hold the monster off until his dad and Kate came through.
“What’s your name?” he asked the girl.
“Victoria,” she replied, eyes never leaving the Wendigo in front of them.
“You ever fired a gun, Victoria?” Chris reached down to palm his spare sidearm.
“No,” she replied, “but I’m a real fast learner.” Nothing like a crash course in firearms, while being hunted by a flesh eating monster.
“Alright.” He showed her the basics while the Wendigo prowled just outside the ring of fire he’d set. He showed her how to aim, how to brace herself. She nodded along grimly, lifting the gun like a natural.
“You better show me how to reload too.” She looked away from the Wendigo for the first time, to meet Chris’s gaze head on. “I don’t think one round is going to kill this ugly bastard.” Her eyes were like chips of ice.
Chris could feel himself fall a little bit in love, in that moment.
Characters: Isaac, Derek, Erica, Boyd, Scott, Jackson
Summary: Five hugs that Isaac gets from his pack.
intervention with boyd and erica and isaac and scott to tell derek that he really sucks at being an alpha and they think he should just stop. idk i’m bored
WARNING: WHAT IS THIS I HAVE NO IDEA, ALSO SO UM DEREK SECRETLY WRITES POEMS ABOUT SCOTT BECAUSE HE FINDS HIM AESTHETICALLY PLEASING