My Fanfic Masterlist
Below the cut is a list of all of the fics I've written and posted!
Total Works: 38
Last Updated: 28/07/2021
Intoxicate Me Now
Steter | Explicit | 82,453 | 16/?
Stiles stares dubiously at the ad from the Daily News. There, in the center of the half-crumpled back page in faded black ink reads:
ACTUAL TALENT MANDATORY.
MUST BE WILLING TO SING ANY GENRE OF MUSIC.
Had he not been knee-deep in bills and seriously concerned about where his next meal is coming from, he may have ripped the ad apart, dismissing it as a bad joke.
As it stands though, he is (to put it mildly) up shit creek, so he's in desperate need of a decent paying job to last him through summer—a job that’ll potentially take him on full-time once he finally finishes college. A woolly advertisement is not going to moot that fact.
Hunt You Down
Petopher | Mature | 1,278 | 1/1
Years he's been training for this moment, and he’s determined to see it through, to prove to his father that he's worthy of the Argent name. He’s not going to fail.
He can't fail.
Starrish | Mature | 284 | 1/1
He's undoubtedly the most gorgeous thing Jordan has ever seen. Truly ethereal, and he can't even imagine how he ever got so lucky.
Wrong Feels So Right
Deter | Explicit | 2,159 | 1/1
Derek's seen most of his family naked before. They’re wolves, they're not shy about nudity, but Derek's older now, and for some reason—a reason he doesn’t quite understand—from that one encounter, he's suddenly seeing Peter in a completely different light and feeling things he never felt for the man before.
Stargent | Mature | 498 | 1/1
"You're going to be alright," Chris chants the words like a prayer as he cradles Stiles close to his chest. "Just keep talking."
Make Me A Mute
Steter | Explicit | 499 | 1/1
Stiles has just discovered at least two new kinks in the span of eight seconds; he’s gonna need some time to re-evaluate his whole life.
Driving In Style
Steter | Teen | 498 | 1/1
"Where’s the Camaro?"
"I gave it to Cora. Black no longer fits my aesthetic."
Nobody But You
Steter | Teen | 2,917 | 1/1
It’s Stiles’s turn to roll his eyes, and he does so with great vigor. "That's ridiculous."
"Is it?" Lydia counters and Stiles realizes she isn’t teasing him. She’s deadly serious.
Stiles casts a glance around the room and is unnerved that every single eye is on him, waiting expectantly. For what, he doesn’t know, but they’re clearly delusional. "Yes, it is, and I'll prove it."
This Doesn't Happen In The Movies
Steter | Explicit | 1,000 | 1/1
"Until we’ve watched it back, I don’t—" Stiles's sentence cuts off at the same time his heart stops. His eyes focus on his screen after doing a double-take, and all the color drains from his cheeks. "Oh, no."
Fangs And Claws And A Knot, Oh My
Steter | Explicit | 2,210 | 1/1
They've been married for almost a year now, so Stiles is intimately familiar with the monthly change in his husband’s nature, and he fucking loves it. Even if he waddles for a few days afterward, it's totally worth it.
Struck A Chord
Steter | Teen | 1,263 | 1/1
Music meant everything to Peter once, and it hurts to look at all these sheets and know he lost another part of himself.
The best part.
Petopher | Explicit | 4,634 | 1/1
Peter has an attitude, and it takes Chris less time than everyone else to notice. He's the guy's bodyguard. He’s up close and personal with the Rockstar day in day out, so it's no surprise that Chris has become quite intimate with every single one of Peter’s moods—and what causes them.
The particular brand of petulant brat that Peter is currently displaying is because he hasn’t gotten laid in several months. With constant tours and changes in location, there hasn't been much downtime for the Rockstar. Chris pities him, really he does, but he also can’t help snorting in amusement or shaking his head in exasperation every time the singer snaps for seemingly no apparent reason—or glares at inanimate objects as if they've personally offended him.
Something needs to be done, and luckily, Chris has a plan.
Beg For It
Dargent | Explicit | 1,152 | 1/1
Those words are the key, laying waste to the last shred of Derek’s restraint. Ultimately, he’s a slave to his longing for Chris to own him. He wants Chris to mark him as his. To claim him—body and soul.
He won’t deny himself anymore.
The Flames Are Too Loud
Steter | General | 338 | 1/1
Gentle hands trail over his sweat-slicked skin, and long, sturdy arms wrap him in a comforting embrace. "Shhh. It's alright, you're safe."
Steter | Explicit | 12,730 | 3/3
The life of a pirate isn’t as thrilling as it’s made out to be. Well, at least not always. They do occasionally sail to new lands or revel in the riches of those they’ve already discovered. They plunder and pillage any passing vessels, but—to put it plainly—the ocean is fucking colossal, and the odds of passing an island or meeting another ship ripe for looting is considerably rare. The adrenaline from a successful raid wears off eventually, and the empty void it leaves behind grows and grows as the months drag by with nothing to fill it.
And that's predominantly the reason Peter spent the majority of his evening in his quarters hunched over his desk, comparing the stranger's map with his own and planning out the quickest and safest route to that splotchy black X.
Steter | Mature | 3,866 | 1/1
Stiles is ready, okay? He’s ready for his smoking-hot soulmate to sex him up—many times and in several different positions—but Peter doesn’t seem to share that sentiment.
Sterek | Explicit | 1,196 | 1/1
“Does that— Is that something you like?” he asks over Stiles’s shoulder. His supernatural eyesight managing to catch a glimpse of the video's contents before Stiles can scroll upwards in a knee-jerk reaction.
“Er…” Stiles flounders, mild panic rising from the pit of his stomach. “I mean, it’s pretty hot?” he says with his best attempt at a nonchalant shrug. He’s drastically downplaying his actual thoughts on the matter, unsure of the reception he’ll receive.
Derek makes a face, something contemplative, before walking away, and Stiles breathes a sigh of relief, thinking that’s that.
Paid In Full
Sterek | Explicit | 4,746 | 1/1
It all started with his Jeep.
Long story short, it broke down—for about the eighth time in the last month, but he’s not salty about it—and Derek paid for the repairs after Stiles unwittingly griped about not being able to afford it right now. It was just a flyaway comment, grumbled under his breath as he stared dejectedly at the billows of smoke pouring from his engine.
The Alpha heard him—because of course he did. Everybody knows it’s only on special occasions that Stiles is allowed to stand back and watch in peace as his life crumbles down around him.
A Monstrous Love
(Collaboration with Green)
Steter | Explicit | 3,209 | 1/1
They talked about it weeks ago, after Stiles made a throwaway comment regarding the dimensions of Peter’s cock in Alpha form. Peter asked if it was something he'd want to try, to which Stiles—probably a little too enthusiastically—said: "Hell fucking yes!"
Make Your Choice
Petopher | Explicit | 3,929 | 1/1
“I told you I’d have you, Peter. I told you I'd own you one way or another.”
Steter Sr | Mature | 1,165 | 1/1
Peter knows he's playing with fire, he knows it perfectly well, he just doesn't care. He's survived the flames once; why not just throw all caution to the wind and tempt the fates once more?
Steter | Explicit | 4,680 | 1/1
Granted, Peter isn’t the sort of man to deny himself what he wants, especially when it comes to things of a carnal nature, so there’s obviously an unspoken reason for his delay. What that might be, Stiles isn’t sure, but he doesn’t much care since it's clear the man has now set aside his reservations to take their relationship into uncharted territory.
Territory of the sexy variety, in case that wasn’t clear.
Once In A Full Moon
Sterek | Explicit | 4,199 | 1/1
Underneath the twinkling spark of teasing, he notices something akin to hope mixing with the maddening kaleidoscope of green, a pleading edge to the usual Alpha confidence radiating from him.
Derek wants this just as much as he does.
Sterek | Teen | 2,310 | 1/1
Derek breathes out a resounding sigh, his hand reaching out to rest on a nearby tree, the rough bark biting into his palm as he leans, taking a moment to ground himself.
He's so fucked.
Under The Mistletoe
Steter | Mature | 23,353 | 4/4
It’s always been on the cards for Stiles to one day visit his last remaining relatives, and since there’s no one on his father’s side, he feels even more compelled to get his finger out his ass and actually do it instead of stalling. Especially now that college is done, nothing should be holding him back. But that’s just the thing. Something is holding him back and has been since graduation. There's one thing Stiles noticed as soon as he made the Skype call to his babcia to celebrate the end of his studies.
That one simple thing—or several, but they’re all under the same heading—is a variation of the same inane question he’s been bombarded with by each and every family member since that one fateful phone call...
'Have you met anyone?’
Make Me Bleed
Steter | Explicit | 2,304 | 1/1
Peter’s expression contorts, impressed or surprised, Stiles can't decipher, but the grin on his face proves he’s not exactly disappointed with the unexpected turn of events.
“Which bite exactly were you hoping for, hm?” The older man curls one hand around the back of Stiles’s neck, trailing his thumb along his pale, fragile throat.
Stiles tilts his head back in unyielding submission, giving the wolf no room to debate his sincerity. “I’m sure you can figure it out, Alpha.”
Sterek | Explicit | 71,932 | 18/18
True mates. Every werewolf has one, but many go years before finding theirs or, more often than not, they never find them at all.
It's somewhat equivalent to the human term 'soul mates', albeit slightly more complex.
Nothing’s ever simple in the world of the supernatural.
Steter | Explicit | 3,566 | 1/1
Peter’s never been known as a good man, but lately, he’s attempted to retain the last vestiges of his morality, if only to appease the family he has left. Call him sentimental, but while the blood lust hasn’t died a death completely, it’s reduced to a contained, comfortable simmer, and that’s all thanks to his newfound urge to belong to a pack again.
Naturally, he’d never admit that out loud; for all intents and purposes, he’s still dancing merrily along the tightrope of insanity. Derek and Stiles are the only two who’ve warmed to his presence considerably in the last year, and that suits him just fine.
They’re the only two worth his time and effort anyway.
Steter | Explicit | 7,578 | 1/1
While a wooden stake through the heart will prove inconvenient to a child of the night, it won’t outright wipe them from the face of the earth. They may be rendered inert if the action is paired with a good ole fashioned decapitation. But after a hearty dose of virgin blood, their wounds, however severe, will knit back together; several days and they’ll be right as rain.
There is one thing, however, written throughout the myths and legends regarding vampires that is entirely true—if not a little understated.
I Forgive You
Steter | Mature | 3,107 | 1/1
Now, twenty swats of Peter’s hand later, he’s seriously cursing his penchant for being a little shit. His ass is burning, the sharp sting blooming across both cheeks and down to the crease at the top of his thighs. He’s sore, writhing, and very nearly weeping as the wolf serves his punishment.
The punishment he pretty much asked for.
Is That Really Necessary?
Steter | Explicit | 5,581 | 1/1
Peter doesn’t need a mate. Hell, he doesn’t even date; he gets laid and leaves. He renders his partner an incoherent mess then walks out the door, never to be seen again.
But, somehow, he can’t shake off the feeling of rightness as he peppers nipping kisses across the boy’s jaw. Can’t help how the sweet sickly scent of spiced apple and vanilla overwhelms him with the feeling of home.
He wants to give in.
That's Not A No
Sterek | Explicit | 2,375 | 1/1
“I want to suck you off,” Stiles states, none too delicately, tapping his foot impatiently against the ground while chewing his bottom lip between his teeth, waiting for a reaction.
Derek stills, eyes lifting from the page he’s currently reading in favor of bestowing his full attention upon his mate. “I’m listening.”
Steter | Explicit | 3,666 | 1/1
She’s not even sure at what point Peter wormed his way into her dilemma, but she can’t help feeling grateful for his persistence and patience. She’s never had a lover so dedicated to seeing her writhe with pleasure that they’ve completely ignored their own desire to the point of staying fully clothed. She didn’t expect it from the wolf, thought he’d be the type to use her for his own end, then not give a shit about hers.
How wrong she was.
Run Fast, Little Fox
Steter | Explicit | 1,610 | 1/1
‘Run fast, little fox. It won’t save you, for no matter how fast you run, I will catch you, and when I do, you are mine.’
Peter Hale's Hero
Steter | Explicit | 11,698 | 2/2
The first time Stiles met Peter Hale, it had been entirely by accident.
An accident he will be grateful for until his dying breath.
The man had been brought into the station after allegations—which were later proved false—were made against him. The moment was akin to one of those cheesy Rom-Coms where the two love interest’s eyes meet across the room in slow motion; Stiles’s breath had seized in his throat, his heart hammering wildly in his chest, and, well, he fell.
He fell hard.
Baby, Satisfy Me
Steter | Explicit | 4,081 | 1/1
Elvis’s deep, husky voice hums from the record player, the glorious sound bouncing off all four corners of the penthouse suite, filling every nook with the upbeat tune.
Despite the volume, Peter finds it difficult to concentrate on the words flowing from the King of Rock and Roll.
How can he possibly pay any mind to the legendary icon when his attention is being ensnared by the tempting display happening at the corner of his eye?
Steter | Explicit | 2,745 | 1/1
“And what, sweet boy, can I possibly do for you?” he purrs as he refrains from looking up just yet, content with putting up the false façade of nonchalance—if only to make the other stew in his lust a little longer.
“I-I just wanted to see what you’re doing,” the voice flows through the room, small and childlike.
Peter smirks to himself, a filthy thing that curls the corner of his lips.
The boy is here to play.
Steter | Explicit | 4,970 | 1/1
Stiles is stressed. Stressed with a capital S and Peter—Peter the gigantic asshat—is just lounging, calm and casual as can be, while the rest of the pack are out fighting the newest monster rampaging its way through Beacon Hills.