Vmonzon1984
Recent bookmarks
-
Tags
Summary
There was no physical equivalent to what it felt like they did, so intimate it was. It was seeing each other naked, it was deep make-outs, it was dry-humping, and it was sex, but it was none of it. Perhaps, if someone opened their chest cavities, took their hearts and squished them together, that’s what it would feel like — feeling their valves open and close, the blood pump, the muscles contract, and one heartbeat pulse right into the other.
Derek offered his hand. “Let me show you one more time.”
“Show me what?”
“What would it feel like to have an alpha.”
Warmth burst in Stiles’ tight chest. His stomach swooped. His spark trembled in anticipation, reaching out, striving to taste that power again. Going red under the constant gaze of those hazel eyes, Stiles put his hand in Derek’s. He couldn’t help but give a small inhale at their sparks meeting once more.
Heat. Weight and weightlessness. Tight embrace and high, impenetrable walls. Power. Safety.
Bookmarked by Vmonzon1984
14 May 2026
-
Tags
Summary
The kisses grew hotter each day. Each lick, each bite tasted of desperation.
They reminded each other about the audience, invisible but no less real. A hand on the chest, fingers grabbing the chin to stop the lips from pursuing. Stuttered breaths, simmering heat, gritted teeth. Forehead against forehead and noses rubbing together. In the end, it was Derek who smiled at him in placation and pressed the last calming kiss to Stiles’ eager lips. As if they had all time in the world. As if they would be doing it again and again and again, after. As if something real would exist beyond this TV set.
Yes, Derek kissed him like he wanted it to last. If Stiles was a romantic at heart, he would’ve said it felt like yearning. For what — Stiles didn’t know. There ought to be thousands like him in Derek’s world, while Derek was one in a million.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 13,042
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Collections:
- 2
- Comments:
- 221
- Kudos:
- 1,853
- Bookmarks:
- 370
- Hits:
- 15,410
Bookmarked by Vmonzon1984
27 Apr 2026
-
Tags
Summary
How dare the wolf taste those lips, hold him, panting and soft, trembling and eager, so close to his chest? How dare he?
Jordan could not move, even if he wanted to. The slick sounds of their kiss, of tongues sliding softly against one another, bitten-off moans, and muffled mewls interspersed with crackling fire — it was hell for him. Stiles was everything Jordan dreamed he would be in a moment like this — he moved just right, arched so beautifully, bared his throat, and grabbed the hand that pressed to his stomach, keeping it there. His smell seeped across the tent, sweeter than ever before and deadly because of it.
Jordan’s eyes stung, his fists clenching the cold sheets. Yet, he could not even take a proper breath, for everything smelled of him.
For three years, Jordan told himself to resist. Three years of catching Stiles only for the omega to seep from his fingers. Years without ever holding his waist like Jordan wanted to.
A month was all it took for Stiles to give it to the wolf.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 6,908
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Collections:
- 2
- Comments:
- 172
- Kudos:
- 2,483
- Bookmarks:
- 395
- Hits:
- 25,180
Bookmarked by Vmonzon1984
26 Apr 2026
-
Tags
Summary
Stiles' gaze fell on the ads and random bits of paper stuck to the street pole. He ripped the offending advertisement off and was about to throw it out when his eyes caught a familiar face.
Closely shorn head. Big, doe eyes, an impish smile, and his mother’s nose.
Stiles stared at himself, black and white and frozen above giant letters, which spelled a bold “MISSING”.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 7,877
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Collections:
- 1
- Comments:
- 108
- Kudos:
- 1,133
- Bookmarks:
- 159
- Hits:
- 8,618
Bookmarked by Vmonzon1984
18 Apr 2026
-
Tags
Summary
The King actually thought he could satisfy him. Stiles nearly laughed at the absurdity.
It was pathetic, really.
No, it was insulting.
His lips curled into a bitter smirk. No, the King was not capable of giving him what he wanted, what he craved.
There was, however, one person in the palace could.
Or the one where Stiles is Queen Consort and Derek is the General and they fuck a lot.
Bookmarked by Vmonzon1984
26 Mar 2026