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August 28, 2014 at 6:12pm
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stilinskiiss said: If you're still writing for the friends meme do you think you could write something inspired by "The one where Chandler can't cry" with sterek? Btw, I absolutely love your writing! <3

felicitysmock:

Stiles curls into Derek at the end of Armageddon, buries his nose in his neck for a moment as he tries to fight back tears. It always gets him. 

"I hope you know if there’s a meteor coming to earth, you have to stay right here with me."

"I promise," Derek says easily, switching channels to the news. 

"I don’t know," Scott says in a shaky voice. "Maybe it’d be better to go up and see if you could…"

"No," Allison sobs, grabbing his arm, "I’d have to go with you."

"But, babe, it’d be too dangerous! I’d want to know you were safe until…"

"I’d want to go up and help," Lydia sniffs, wiping her eyes. "I just think it would be better to focus on something."

"Don’t," Erica wails, "I don’t want to talk about this!"

"Derek?" Stiles cranes his neck to look at him, bites his lip, "Would you…"

Derek shrugs, scratches his chin as if he hasn’t a care in the world. “I’d probably want to stay in bed with you and have sex until the last possible moment.”

"Nice," Scott drawls. "Super romantic."

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August 26, 2014 at 11:54pm
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frek:

blamethewolf:

Derek telling Stiles to stop calling him 'Sour Wolf, dude or buddy' and Stiles addresses him with Mr. Hale for a whole week. It makes Derek go insane. Because that shouldn’t be so hot.

Oh god yes. And it could be the most innocent of interactions, too. The way Stiles says his name never quite sounds as innocent as it should, there’s always this hint of something more, even when the context is mundane. And maybe Stiles doesn’t realize it at first, at just how erotic his voice sounds when he says it.

Stiles standing up from the couch, on his way to the kitchen and glancing back at Derek. “Can I get you a drink, Mr. Hale?” He smirks at the expression that plays on Derek’s face, eyebrow quirked as Derek’s cheeks flush and he struggles to find an answer to a question he’s already forgotten.

Stiles and Derek getting invited out to the bar with Scott and Kira and Stiles shrugging and glancing at Derek. “I don’t know, depends on what Mr. Hale wants to do.” And Derek swallowing roughly and murmuring something about having plans, everyone seeing through the lie, even Stiles.

It doesn’t take long for Stiles to recognize what’s going on and to start using it to his advantage, knowing he can get Derek to do his bidding with a simple phrase. He gets bored on a long stakeout and stretches in the passenger seat beside Derek, shirt riding up along his stomach. “We should go home, Mr. Hale,” he says, glancing up to see Derek’s eyes tracking the movement of his shirt, breathing rough with the use of the name. Or “Come to bed, Mr. Hale,” when Stiles is tired and Derek is staying up later than even Stiles is capable.

And maybe Derek holds out and doesn’t give in to the urges Stiles inspires just on principle. He manages a whole week, but then one night when they’re alone, maybe curled up together on the couch watching a movie, Stiles speaks up and his voice takes on this lower tone that goes straight to Derek’s dick. “Do you know what I’d like, Mr. Hale?” And Derek makes this sound in the back of his throat that just borders on a whine and Stiles forgets what he was going to ask altogether in favor of exploring this further.

Stiles turns more fully to Derek, one leg hooking over Derek’s knee and he’s resting a hand on Derek’s chest, a mischievous look in his eyes. “I think I know what you want, though, Mr. Hale,” his grin widens before a shocked expression takes over as Derek grabs Stiles roughly and pulls him into his lap, hands firmly on his ass. He drags Stiles down into a hungry kiss, teeth nipping at plush lips that have teased him endlessly the last week with his name and all the promise behind it.

"You know what I want?" Derek whispers when he pulls back to breathe, lips brushing along Stiles’ jaw and neck. "I want you naked on our bed, open and begging for me to fuck you until you can’t even remember my name let alone those stupid nicknames you’ve given me. Understand?" He punctuates that with a nip on Stiles’ neck that leaves a bruise blossoming in its wake.

Stiles takes a shaky breath and nods his understanding before he replies, a smirk playing on his lips once more. “Yes, Mr. Hale.”

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11:32pm
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Anonymous said: Do you ever think about Derek being so worked up that his Alpha takes over? Do you think about his need to matk, to scent, to stake claim? Do you think about that rumbled "mine" falling from his lips? Because I do.

literaryoblivion:

You know what I think about more?

I think about how Derek is the pinnacle of control. How he can remain perfectly calm and poised in the full moon’s glow with the wolf just rippling under the surface of his skin. How he only lets the wolf out when he chooses to because he has had a lifetime to reign in his instincts.

Except when it comes to Stiles.

Because it’s when he’s around Stiles that suddenly he feels like he’s back in high school having to use a mantra and a talisman to help him control his shift,

It’s when he catches a whiff of Stiles’s scent just after he’s got out of lacrosse practice that he can feel the prickle of his claws against his fingertips. It’s when he catches a glimpse of Stiles in his window just coming out of a shower a towel slung around his hips that he can feel his fangs piercing his gums wanting to bite and mark up the pretty pale skin.

So he tries to stay away because he’s never had so much trouble trying to keep himself in check, to remain human, to not let his instincts take over.

But Stiles of course won’t have that. In fact he provokes him, stands closer to him on purpose during meetings, comes earlier, stays later than anyone else so he and Derek are alone, so no one else is around to hear him scream or to protect him from the animal that Derek can just barely keep inside.

And Stiles likes it. Loves it, actually. That he alone can have such an effect on Derek. Backs him up against a wall when they’re alone in his loft, everyone else gone home tired of the sexual tension between them. He demands Derek do something about it, asks why he’s so afraid to be near him, why he keeps denying himself when Stiles knows full well he wants him, that his wolf wants him, and certainly it’s not healthy to keep resisting.

And Derek is a mixture of fear and lust and want and affection all for this brave, smart, spastic teenager. And he tries, he tries to push Stiles away, tells him he needs to leave, that it’s not safe, that he shouldn’t be alone with Derek because something could happen, that he can barely hold his wolf back enough as it is with him pressed against Derek’s chest.

And of course Stiles doesn’t move, he doesn’t back down, he presses in even closer, lets his hand come up to rest on the side of Derek’s neck, his wolf whimpering at the touch. He tells Derek, it’s okay, that he trusts him, that he knows he wouldn’t truly hurt him, that he wants him to let it loose, to give in to what he feels and wants.

And with those words, the dam breaks, and Derek can’t push his wolf down anymore. He rushes forward to kiss Stiles, and runs his clawed hands all over his body, lifting him up to carry him to the nearest flat surface (the couch), and rip both their clothes off, his eyes red as his gaze falls on Stiles’s flushed and unmarked chest.

And that’s when he gives in, sucks and marks and gently bites Stiles’s skin, covers Stiles’s body with his own, rubs himself over Stiles so everyone will know that Stiles is his, that no one can have him, that he’s his mate. And Stiles nods and moans yes, frantically doing the same to Derek even though his bites and marks don’t last, because Derek is his just as much as he’s Derek’s.

And when they’ve both come down from their high, sated and warm, their combined scents surrounding them, leaving Derek’s wolf pleased and satisfied, they stay pressed together, kissing and touching and staring.

"Mine," Derek says into Stiles’s neck while he runs his fingers through Derek’s hair, rubs his other hand up and down his spine.

"Yours," Stiles replies, then pulls on Derek’s hair to get him to look at him. He gives him a hard firm kiss. "Mine."

Derek smiles, brushes his nose against Stiles’s.

"Yours."

8:47pm
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Fic Rec Friday!! →

dereks-henley:

So I’m starting a new thing on my blog called fic rec friday, where I’m going to be listing the best of what I’ve read that week or the best of a certain theme, best of a certain author etc. So here’s my first one :)

So Shed Your Skin and Let’s Get Started by Halfhardtorock

He’s…

8:45pm
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stoney321:

“Shh, shh!”
Stiles’ eyes rolled back, and he bit his lip to hold back a moan as Derek thrust in again, hard, the breath punching out of him as their skin slapped together before slowly pulling out, only to drive back in again and again.
“Derek…so fucking good,” he panted, unable to hold back. They had to be quiet, they had to. The other guys were right there in their fucking beds. Hell, Stiles’ foot had kicked into Jackson’s on accident a minute ago, but Jackson just muttered in his sleep and rolled over to his stomach. But it wasn’t like he was going to make Derek stop, not when his dick was pounding inside so good, hitting everything just right and lighting Stiles up until his fingertips were tingling and his eyes were stinging with unshed tears.
Derek pulled back from where he’d been sucking a mark low on Stiles’ neck. He was grinning, lips red and slightly swollen, hair hanging over his forehead while twisting his hips in a tight little circle as if he could get his dick in even further, and for a moment Stiles couldn’t breathe he was so in love with this boy.
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stoney321:

“Shh, shh!”

Stiles’ eyes rolled back, and he bit his lip to hold back a moan as Derek thrust in again, hard, the breath punching out of him as their skin slapped together before slowly pulling out, only to drive back in again and again.

Derek…so fucking good,” he panted, unable to hold back. They had to be quiet, they had to. The other guys were right there in their fucking beds. Hell, Stiles’ foot had kicked into Jackson’s on accident a minute ago, but Jackson just muttered in his sleep and rolled over to his stomach. But it wasn’t like he was going to make Derek stop, not when his dick was pounding inside so good, hitting everything just right and lighting Stiles up until his fingertips were tingling and his eyes were stinging with unshed tears.

Derek pulled back from where he’d been sucking a mark low on Stiles’ neck. He was grinning, lips red and slightly swollen, hair hanging over his forehead while twisting his hips in a tight little circle as if he could get his dick in even further, and for a moment Stiles couldn’t breathe he was so in love with this boy.

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