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Art inspired by You would kill for this, just a little bit, you would by Alice9 on Ao3 as requested by @blairkaramell !

Thank you for the fic rec, it was a delightful read! had to go with some new-parent-exhaustion (':

Open for requests through the first week of June - feel free to send an ask! ☆

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Movie night!

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This is beautiful 🥺❤️❤️ And the were so many part that I loved

Everything that Derek wants to say but is struggling to find the words for is contained in that kiss. He just prays that Stiles understands it.

This feels so Derek coded. He's a man of few words, but his actions would always show what he feels, and then Stiles being so happy after the kiss, was perfect.

"I'll fuck you. I'll make it good. And then we can do things right. I don't - I don't know exactly what it'll look like. I haven't let myself think about it in the same way you have. But I want that too, okay? Is that enough?"

The "I'll make it good", that got me kicking my feet and giggling. But also him stating that he wants to the things rights? What a perfect man.

"I always feel safest when I'm with you," Stiles blurts out, then cringes, but Derek just feels lucky.

This will always be canon to me. And Derek feeling lucky for this, for the trust that Stiles is putting on him? im crying.

The idea of stuffing Stiles full of his scent is so goddamn appealing that Derek almost goes blind with it, but he shakes his head and tears open the packet that his fingers close around.

SCENT MARKING. YES.

And for the record - whenever it is that you work up the courage to ask me out? I'll say yes."

tHE PERFECT ENDING 😭❤️💯

“You’re more than just a one night stand.” this feel perfect for Sterek 🥺💕

Highly agree!! This got...so long, lmfao. Thank you for the prompt 💖

"I want you to fuck me." Derek, as he always does, reacts with his eyebrows. He stays still for a long moment, as if debating whether he wants to let Stiles in after his opener. It can't be the strangest thing he's heard Stiles say, objectively, but it ranks. Eventually, though, he makes up his mind and steps to the side. "I'm going to need you to walk me through why you would show up here and ask me like that." Derek's not a stupid man. He knows what he looks like. He's been able to smell how Stiles feels about what he looks like since that first fateful day in the woods. The intensity of it has grown, to his shock, as Stiles has spent more time with him and gotten to know him better. But it's always been there, so it's not that the question is actually a complete surprise. Which begs the other question - why is he saying something about it now? As he closes the door behind him, Derek takes a longer moment to evaluate Stiles. Sure, there's arousal in his scent, but it's not the most distinctive thing that he notices by far. Stiles isn't just nervous, like Derek would expect him to be after making such a bold statement. He's scared. And Derek isn't going to do anything until he understands what the source of that fear is. "So you don't want to?" "That's not what I said. Try again." Thank god that neither Peter nor Isaac is in the loft right now. Whatever it is that's compelling Stiles to be here, talking like this, it's got to be private. Personal. And serious, which Derek can tell from the amount of time it seems to take for Stiles to organize his thoughts. "I figured it out. Whatever it is that's killing people - it's killing virgins, Derek. And I just - " Derek is silent. Stiles' thought isn't finished, yet. It's not time for Derek to reprimand him for thinking that - "I was joking about it, just a little bit, with Scott. Danny overheard and jokingly offered to sleep with me, and I was surprised, but even before he said he was kidding I was going to say no. Because I don't want to sleep with Danny. I don't want anything with Danny. Because I want it with you." Derek clears his throat with no idea what he's going to say next. This isn't what he was prepared for. "But you just said you want me to fuck you." Stiles laughs, and there's more than a little self-deprecation in it. "Derek. Are you kidding me? You're so much more than just a one night stand. I'd rather do this right. I'd rather keep working up the courage to actually ask you on a date, and keep listening to Scott complaining about how gross I smell after I've spent too much time around you or thinking about you. I'd rather fumble through a messy first kiss and then keep trying until we get it right. I'd rather do all of that with you, if you'd let me.

"But I have to be alive for all of that to happen, Derek. So, yeah. Tonight? I want you to fuck me. And then - then maybe we can start over." Words typically come a lot easier to Derek than people might think, but he really needs to take a minute to digest everything that Stiles has just thrown at him. Apparently, though, he takes just a bit too long.

"This was a bad idea. I should go." Sometimes, Derek likes how human Stiles is. Other times, he desperately wishes that Stiles had the same senses that he did, because if he did, he would know that the last thing that Derek wants right now is for Stiles to leave. Stiles turns to leave, though, and that's enough to spur Derek into action. He's maybe not as gentle as he should be when he grabs for Stiles' wrist to spin him back around, but he can apologize for it later. Now, his mouth is busy, and so is Stiles'. Everything that Derek wants to say but is struggling to find the words for is contained in that kiss. He just prays that Stiles understands it. When he pulls back to give Stiles space to breathe, he looks like he understands it. His pupils are blown wide, but there's pure adoration there, and Derek knows that his face reflects the same. It's Stiles. How could his expression be anything else? "I'll fuck you. I'll make it good. And then we can do things right. I don't - I don't know exactly what it'll look like. I haven't let myself think about it in the same way you have. But I want that too, okay? Is that enough?" Stiles looks like Derek has just given him the entire world in the palm of his hand. He's going to say that's good enough for now. Derek reaches out, takes Stiles' hand, and leads him up the spiral staircase to his bedroom. Derek kisses him again once they make it up there. Mostly it's just because he can, and isn't that a wonder? But it's also because he can tell that Stiles is nervous. About being killed, yes, but also about doing this. He resolves to give Stiles the best experience that he can, despite the pressure. And then hopefully they'll work their way back up to this level of intimacy when Stiles' life isn't still in - well, when it's in less danger, at least. A human associating with a wolf pack is always in some kind of danger, but especially when said human is also the sheriff's kid. He keeps kissing Stiles as he walks towards the edge of his bed, then uses his gentle grip on Stiles' hips to encourage him to climb into Derek's lap as he sits down. It takes a bit of situating before Derek gets them both comfortable; resting up against the headboard but still with Stiles well-seated on his lap. Derek's certainly still leading, but it's not like Stiles isn't an active participant. He initiates kisses more and more, and his hands start to roam over the broad expanse of Derek's shoulders and chest. The movements are tentative, like he's not sure what the rules are or if he's allowed, but Derek does nothing to discourage him. In fact, he starts fiddling with the hem of his own shirt instead of Stiles', and he quickly seems to get the hint and strips Derek out of his shirt so that his touches, quickly becoming bolder and more assured, are all on bare skin. Derek allows him to get him out of his pants, too, before stopping Stiles' hands at the waistband of his underwear. Stiles lets out a plaintive little whine at being denied, but allows it when it becomes apparent that Derek is just getting him caught up so that they're both just in their underwear. The edge of nerves has faded, and it seems more like anticipation, which was exactly what Derek was hoping for. This time, he peels Stiles' underwear down and off and just drinks in the sight of him before taking his cock (how is it pretty, like the rest of him? it seems unfair) in hand and giving it a few light, loose strokes. Stiles reacts to the touch like he's been struck by a bolt of lightning, and Derek tightens his grip. Stiles lets out a noise and pushes at Derek's shoulder, so he immediately lets go. "Jesus, that's embarrassing. I almost came." Derek just shrugs. "It'll help you relax, either way we do things. And I know you can get it up more than once; you've told that story about the lazy day you came like six times in a row to the pack." Stiles sits back, and Derek just barely stops himself from smirking at the notion that he has finally rendered Stiles speechless.

"Ok, so I can definitely come more than once. I just - I didn't want to come that fast, especially my first time with you. But more importantly, what do you mean by 'either way we do things'? I mean, you're going to fuck me, right? That's what I asked for." "And we'll do that if you want," Derek nods, completely reasonable. "But you could also fuck me. That might be easier for your first time. There's no right or wrong answer." Stiles falls silent again, but not for quite as long this time. "You really mean that, don't you? I mean, I'm not a werewolf. I can't tell. But you would actually let me fuck you if I was more comfortable that way, wouldn't you?" "It's not about letting you, like it's some chore. I like getting fucked, too, Stiles. But I know you're stressed out about all of this, so I just want to make sure you feel as safe as you can." "I always feel safest when I'm with you," Stiles blurts out, then cringes, but Derek just feels lucky. It's not like they got off to the easiest start, but he also knows that Stiles fully believes that he's safe with Derek. So much has changed in so little time. "And, I want you to fuck me." "Then that's what we'll do. And if you change your mind, or if you come while I'm getting you ready, then that's okay. You've got me, Stiles. You've got me." Derek can't help but kiss him again before he repositions them so that Stiles is on his back. It would be easier, maybe, on his hands and knees, but he knows that Stiles will want the reassurance of being able to see him. So he gives him that; propping his ass up with a pillow before taking his cock in hand again. He keeps up the gentle, easy strokes as he positions himself to be face-to-face with Stiles' ass after snatching the lube from his nightstand. He spreads Stiles' ass with his other hand, then instead of reaching for the lube, pushes his tongue through his spread fingers. "Oh my god, Derek, what are you doing?!" Stiles' hips don't arch away from him, though, only towards. "I know you've seen enough porn to know what rimming is, Stiles," Derek says dryly, then goes back to his exploratory licks at Stiles' rim. Stiles comes when Derek slides the first lubed finger in place of his tongue inside. Derek works him through it gently, murmuring soft encouragements, then pulls away to clean him up. He doesn't mind the mess, of course, but he wants Stiles to be as comfortable as possible for all of this. And that, unfortunately, does not include allowing the come covering his soft belly to get dry and tacky. "Do you need a breather? Or do you want me to keep going?" Stiles pulls Derek down with both hands into a kiss, then releases him just as quickly. "Please keep going. I mean, you already blew my mind. But I feel like I need - I need - " "If it's more you need, then it's more you'll get," Derek says like it's just that simple, because frankly, it absolutely is. He can sit up with Stiles as he works his fingers in and out, adding more lube than is strictly necessary, but he has no intentions of causing any harm tonight. Not when this is an unexpected start to what will hopefully be a real relationship. Not when he knows that Stiles trusts him. He gets to three fingers and debates adding a fourth when Stiles starts really begging for it. "I'm definitely stretched enough, I'm definitely ready, please Derek." Just because Stiles believes the words doesn't mean that they're true, but his cock is flushed and nearly fully hard again, and the give around his fingers is more than sufficient for the size of Derek's cock. He's asking for it, and Derek believes him, so he'll give it to them. It's not like he doesn't want to, after all. He just understands that there's more than Stiles' status as a virgin sacrifice at stake here. Derek rummages around for a condom, and Stiles grabs his wrist. "Do we have to use one? I mean, obviously I'm clean, and you're a werewolf."

The idea of stuffing Stiles full of his scent is so goddamn appealing that Derek almost goes blind with it, but he shakes his head and tears open the packet that his fingers close around. "If you still want that another time, we can talk about it. But the mess and everything can be a lot. And it's really something that we should talk about beforehand, not in the moment. I know you've gotten the safe sex talk before." Stiles pouts just a bit, but doesn't put up any further protest, thank god. He's going to be impossible to say no to, Derek already knows, but he wants to stand his ground here. Some things can really just be too much for a first time, especially one borne out of desperation, even if there's also affection involved. He bends Stiles' leg up and out to the side as he lines himself up, then bends to kiss just above the bend of his knee on his inner thigh as he gives a tentative first press forward. The give of Stiles' rim is nice and easy, and he slides the tip in without any resistance. Stiles, for his part, moans like it's the best thing he's ever felt in the whole wide world, and pushes his hips forward for more. The slide stays easy and Derek is so thankful that he took his time and didn't let anything make him rush. There's a sense of wonder radiating from Stiles at the unique sensation, but no pain. Just fullness. Still, he can't be too careful. He stops himself before fully bottoming out to ask, "Are you okay? How does that feel?" Stiles reaches the one leg that Derek doesn't have captured in his grip around to press his heel into Derek's back and push him forward hard the rest of the way in. "Feels so good, fuck, Derek. I had no idea it would be like this. No idea." "Me neither," Derek replies, strained by the bold move on Stiles' part. Yeah, he's fucked other people before. Even other virgins. But this? This is something new. This is something precious. Derek will do anything and everything in his power to protect this for the rest of time. The gentle pace he starts out with gets tossed to the wayside with Stiles encouraging him forward and forward and forward. It's like he just can't get enough and Derek is in total agreement. He never wants this moment to end. It will, though. He's been worked up since Stiles walked through his door, and Stiles is clearly already on the cusp of his second orgasm for the night. He lets go of Stiles' leg to jerk him off in rhythm with his thrusts, and the way that Stiles clenches around him means he's done for. He does his best to maintain the rhythm that he's set as he fills the condom and focus on what makes Stiles feels good, and it proves effective as Stiles finally follows him over the edge. Like before, he pulls out gently and goes to clean up right away. He can see Stiles pouting at him distantly from the bed, but he intends to hold Stiles as long as he'll let him for the rest of the night without moving. He's gentle as he cleans Stiles' skin up and more cursory with his own, then he finally settles into Stiles' side, snaking his arm around his shoulders and pressing a kiss to the crown of his head. "Derek? I really don't think I'm in danger of being a virgin sacrifice anymore." Derek can't help but snort. "No, I'd say you're safely covered on that base. And for the record - whenever it is that you work up the courage to ask me out? I'll say yes."

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I couldn't decide what outfit of mine to draw Derek and Stiles in, so I just picked my top wear on a daily basis.

May sterek enjoy my wardrobe

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I think he told the story in cons too but here is the full story

https://youtu.be/b0LKlLHqk4A?si=hS3y_jpgtXc9YYeR

Just found out Tyler Hoechlin was originally the person approached and offered to play Emmet in Twilight and he turned it down so he could focus on his baseball scholarship

Just thought you'd like to know

are you fucking joking rn

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Sentences Sunday!!

I was tagged by the amazing @honestlydarkprincess <3 <3

here's some sentences from my sterek mafia!AU

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Derek leans over and shuts the laptop lid. "Stop playing games," he says, ignoring Stiles' outraged cry, "You're avoiding me."

Stiles sneers, still stubbornly holding onto his useless flashcards. "Turnabout is fair play, asshole. At least you got something out of it."

Through gritted teeth, Derek says, "You shoved me out of your fucking piece of shit Jeep and blue-balled me. I had to walk home. So what, exactly, did I get from that experience?"

He bares his teeth. "You got to keep your dick. Next time, I'll bite it off."

A deep, animalistic growl rips free of Derek's throat. The table shakes. Stiles' flashcards fall from his hands, spilling all over the place. From behind the counter, the baristas speak in furtive whispers about getting the manager.

Trying to look calm isn't the play here. No, Stiles gives into his fear, making his eyes big, letting his lips part. Abruptly, the growl cuts off and Derek has the decency to look ashamed. He mutters a graceless apology, giving Stiles an almost sullen glance.

"It's fine," Stiles says as he gathers his flashcards back into a pile. "I deserved it. I, uh, I won't bite your dick off."

Derek sighs. He drums his fingers against the table and looks out the rain-splattered window. "You won't have a chance to, anyways. There won't be a next time."

"No shit," Stiles says. "I got the fucking hint. I just…" He brushes his fingers against his bottom lip. "I just wanted to know what you tasted like."

Visibly, Derek swallows. He's thinking about it. Stiles can tell, can always tell when a man is thinking about his mouth. Well. Derek can go on thinking about his lips and tongue, and Stiles will think about Derek's fat cock and the way his lips stretched around it. Salty pre-come. That musky, masculine scent that Stiles wants to be coated in.

"Stop being a tease," Derek says roughly, refusing to look at him. "You're not - I'm not giving in again."

"Who's being a tease?" Stiles laughs, delighting in the way Derek's jaw clenches. "It's the truth. I've wanted to fuck you for, like, ten years now. At least now I've seen your dick." Well. Most of it. He hasn't seen the knot or Derek's balls, but he has a vivid imagination. He can fill in the blanks easy.

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low pressure tags! @rabidaly @renmackree @thotpuppy @violetfairydust @pussyeatersamwinchester

@lucky-bishop @seaweed-water and whoever else wants to share!!

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WIP Wednesday

I was tagged by both @dear-massacre and @teencopandthesourwolf both who provided some delicious words. (highly lucky to get to read them)

I'm going to pull more from my Necromancer!Stiles Kyrkogrim!Derek

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He could see the little lip leading onto the roof of the church and thought very briefly about climbing up there himself when he saw the black mass sleeping on it.

Stiles’ sucked in a breath as he saw the dark fur lifting in the wind. Derek’s tail was curled around his front paws, both underneath his muzzle and curled inward. Briefly he thought the wolf might be dead, but the slow, steady rise of his back indicated he was still breathing (though Stiles didn’t actually know if a Kyrkogrim needed to breathe) and the pointed ears flicked occasionally. Stiles slowly stepped onto the roof, inching closer to Derek as he did.

Everything in his mind was telling him not to, but Stiles reached a hand out to press against the black fur. It was coarser and denser than he had imagined, but as he sank his hand into the top coat and into the undercoat, he felt a little more of the softness he had expected. His hand almost completely disappeared into the inky blackness, eyes flicking over Derek as he began scratching the skin. Derek didn’t move from his spot, his body curled so tightly together that he looked like a fuzzy rock. Stiles could see the wolf looked tired and continued moving his hands up into the dark fur. A low whimper rumbled through his chest and Stiles moved one had to brush the cheek ruffs. The fur was softer, Stiles’ fingers running through it like smooth silk: it was possibly most luxurious thing he had ever felt in his life.

“Holy shit, do you only groom one place?”

All at once, the wolf let out a snarl and snapped at Stiles’ hand, teeth grazing over his flesh and drawing pinpricks of blood. Derek’s hackles raised and the massive paws pinned Stiles down to the roof of the church before wrapping his maw around Stiles’ throat. The fangs paused on his neck, Derek so close to snapping down and taking him out in one quick, death-stench bite: Stiles’ cock twitched in his jeans.

You shouldn’t be in the church.

Derek’s voice floated through his mind, the wolf still poised to rip down at any moment. Hot breath played across Stiles’ skin, sending gooseflesh up his arms as he thought about how this was probably the closest he had been to anyone he found attractive in… well, in forever. Even in wolf form, Stiles was finding it hard to concentrate on the words Derek was saying.

“Why?” Hesitantly, Stiles reached up and pressed his fingers through the soft fur on the wolf’s cheeks again. Derek’s tongue grazed against his throat and left a trail of cold spit on his warm skin, as if he wasn’t already turned on by this whole situation. He vowed that Jackson would never find out about this or he’d never hear the end of it.

Finally Stiles pushed Derek's head up from his neck so they could be eye to eye: human brown to supernatural red. “Oh, let me guess. Because I’m a Necromancer and I’ll profane it?”

Derek moved his paw from Stiles’ chest but didn’t pull back from the hands in his fur right away: like he wanted to keep the touch just a bit longer. It didn’t last long and Derek backed up on the roof again, eyes still like molten rocks gazing back at Stiles.

No, the wood is old and you might fall through the floor.

I'm going to tag: @cw0ffeefandomaddict; @hedwig221b; @whimsicalmeerkat;@definitivelydrivel; @rugbertgoeshome

@heavensenthale; @violetfairydust; @thotpuppy; @endwersed; @seaweed-water; and anyone else who wants to do this because everyone should!

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Peter and Derek Hale | 4x04 “the Benefactor”

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These are the ones that I found the Jockstrap tag and that I've read and remember were really good. Some of them are very smutty👀❤️‍🔥

@mcreynolds87 helped me with the seach.

Jockstrap Collection Series, by Wolves_of_Innistrad

This is a series of fics from different fandoms that the author wrote focused on Jockstraps. There are at least three of Sterek.

Sidelong Seduction, by Devil Drabbles (ShootToWin)

tell me more about small dicked stiles and derek finding each other and being unrepentantly turned on by each others size and grubbiness and filthy habits. sweaty pits, yellow stained jocks, skid marks, the works. rutting their small dicks up against each other, stiles slotting around derek's thigh and smearing his pre into derek's leg hair, fucking openly and wetting themselves after they cum and smelling like a gas station toilet and fucking thriving in it. –SC

Good King Mieczyslaw, by Wolves_of_Innistrad

Derek would really love it if this idiot didn't keep waking him up in the middle of the night singing drunken Christmas carols. Or 5+1 times Stiles woke Derek up in the middle of the night and one time they stayed up together.

Making Dreams Come True (locked), by SinQueen69

Stiles and Derek take advantage of their favourite club’s Public Play night to make a dream of Derek’s come true.

Peace of Mind (locked), by SinQueen69

Tumblr Anon: Prompt for Sin Saturday: Derek/Stiles where Stiles uses a combination of the womb tattoos to break Derek into his personal fucktoy? + Tumblr Anon: Derek as Stiles's 24/7 beefy houseboy slut. Doing chores in nothing but a jock, making sure his ass and throat are ready whenever Stiles wants to use him, spending hours crammed under Stiles's desk, warming his husband's huge dick while he works. Sterek Sin Saturday Prompt! Tattoo - Slave

Everyone Has A Secret (locked), by SinQueen69

Stiles came to the club to dance and hook-up, but with neither of those things happening, he finds something else. He finds someone’s secret. 1- Kinktober 2020 Day 17: Glory Hole 2- Kinktober 2020 Day 27: Blackmail

Business of Pleasure (locked), by SinQueen69

Most know Derek as the stoic CEO of Hale Enterprises, but Stiles knows better.

Lockers, by ColetheWolf

Derek surprises Stiles after the big Lacrosse game and the two satisfy their urge to have sex in a semi-public place.

Dirty Laundry, by halcyon1993

Stiles finds a jockstrap in Derek’s laundry hamper. Sexytimes ensue.

Salt, by halcyon1993

When Derek climbs through his window after a run, Stiles worships his sweaty body.

Stress Relief(locked), by CelestialVoid

Stiles, Isaac and Jackson have a lot of work to do: report forms for the students on the lacrosse team, plans for the sports team, equipment orders, request forms, expenditure reports for the lacrosse team and everything in between, as well as their homework sheets, textbooks, note books and everything else they needed to write their final assignments. It gets very stressful very quickly, but Derek is always willing to offer relief from that stress. Part 8 of Home Is Where the Heart Is 

any thong or jockstrap recs?

So, I took a look through my bookmarks and apparently I don't have many?? Which seems shocking to me.

@anothersigh @renmackree help a girl out!!

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This but is Derek Hale when he found Stiles' toy collection. And the lust in his voice is almost a deep growl, eyes shinning red and face partially shift.

(consumed with lust voice) omg what a fucking weirdo

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I'm just gonna make this needed zoom for people to appreciate this man.

Tyler and Ian in Miami for the F1 events this weekend.

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So, this is gonna be a funny mix.

Log off - Kasane Teto

Tomorrow is closed - Nothing but thieves

Dystopia - Starset

I really like Teto"s voicebank and the song is unfairly short. With nothing but thieves, I've been listening to the lat album the whole month. And I always gonna rec a Starset song

@hedwig221b @dear-massacre @renmackree @buckybarnesss @arver7

MUSIC LOVERS ASSEMBLE!!

i feel like starting a tag chain so i hope this works out :)

reblog this with 3 songs:

the song your listening to right now (or last one you listened to)

your current favourite song

a song of your choice

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mine:

its now or never - elvis presley/love in the dark - adele

trastevere - måneskin

nevermore - queen

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tagggzzzz: (np ofc) @heartstopper-lover123 @s0lit4ir3 @ali-da-demon @vicwritesfic @skeelly @charliethinks @tori-my-love @chronic-skeptic @toulouseradiosilence @stewpid-soup @nine-frogs-in-a-trenchcoat @pessimistic-gh0st @theshyqueergirl @crowleybrekkers @a-bowl-of-soop @frogfairy444 @robinheaney12 @fairyghostgirlgaming @thatsawesomedontyouthink @venusplanetoflove2 @thelovelyvie @abookishshade @spir4nts-lun4r @i-have-no-idea-111 @kit-the-queer @a-wondering-thought @scatteredraysofhope @coco6420 @softlyunbreakable @givennnnnn @far-beyond-saving @darling-im-wonderstruck @heartstoppernerdsstuff @nonbinary-idiot-obviously @rebelrobinrules1984 @daydream-of-a-wallflower @leonine-elizer @angel-devil-star and anyone else who wants to join!!

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WIP Wednesday

I was tagged by the amazing @hedwig221b & @violetfairydust <3 <3 <3

Here's more from my sterek mafia!AU

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"I hear your selkie couldn't handle the VIP section."

Derek doesn't glance up. The more he ignores Peter, the more his uncle will try to bait him, slowly but surely revealing the shape of whatever scheme he's cooked up. It's a familiar dance between the two of them. Some days, it's almost fun.

Peter saunters into his office and delicately sits in the chair in front of his desk. Derek keeps his eyes locked on his paperwork. Permits and liquor licenses and health inspector bullshit. Keeping this place up as a money laundering front is often more trouble than it's worth. There's too many palms to grease, too many cracks in the foundation.

"The fire inspector is going to be swinging by this week," Derek says, leaning back his chair. He rolls his shoulders, the muscles feeling tight and knotted up. How long has it been since he shifted?

"There's always an inspection happening," Peter says dismissively. "Just make sure the witches cleanse and sage the place after. We don't want any listening spells ruining things, do we?"

Derek grunts. Street level work was easier. Purer. With the right application of charm or force, he could get his way easy. Now, it's charm and money and permits and backroom deals. The earnings are good, of course. But the work isn't nearly as satisfying.

Tapping his fingers against his chin, Peter muses, "Now, what was I saying? Oh, yes. Lydia saw your selkie, running for the hills. Seems like the customers weren't to his liking."

From her lips to Peter's ears, anything that happens in this club finds its way to him. It used to be aggravating, but now it's just a fact of life. Lydia is clever and as dangerous as she is beautiful, but her loyalty and heart belong to Peter.

"I told him to leave early," Derek says casually. "He never should have been there. Next time you want to change his shift, run it by me."

Just as casually, Peter says, "I tried to call you, nephew-mine, but you sent my call right to voicemail." He shrugs. "What was I to do? You know I can't resist a pretty face."

Derek's lip curls up in disgust. "He's a kid. Why the fuck would you send him up there?"

The grin that spreads across Peter's face is almost gleeful. "Please tell me you called him that. Oh, you did, didn't you? He must have loved that. No wonder he ran off like his tail was on fire."

He shifts in his chair, trying to get comfortable. The muscles in his shoulders twitch, fur bristles across his skin. "Just because Stiles has a crush -"

Peter barks out a laugh. "A crush? That boy stares at you like you hung the moon. Oh no, nephew, it's more than a crush."

Derek rolls his eyes. "Stiles is a child to me. I met -"

"You're stretching the definition of met, nephew."

" - him when he was in elementary school. This crush will fade. It's not a big deal."

Peter leans forward in his chair, his gaze searching. "Does he really not affect you?"

Ridiculous. Derek goes back to ignoring his uncle, pointedly gathering up the paperwork scattered across his desk.

"That milky skin? Those pink lips?"

Of course Stiles is beautiful, preternaturally so. But he's so damn young. Smart-mouthed, too, and so headstrong. Still, he trembled when Derek touched him. There's an innocence that clings to him, despite all the pain he's gone through. Fracturing that delicate core is the last thing Derek wants. Stiles is to be protected, sheltered. It's what Derek promised to do.

"His big, doe eyes? Those long, delicate fingers of his?" Peter flashes him a wicked grin. "Don't tell me you don't imagine his fingers wrapped around your dick. I certainly do."

"Shut up," Derek snaps. He jabs his finger at the open door. "Get the fuck out before I throw you out."

Peter doesn't budge. "You should have seen him the other, begging me for more work. Those big eyes filled up with tears. He called me sir, said he'd do anything for me. I'm surprised he hasn't pulled the same move on you."

"Even if he did, I wouldn't do anything. He's not - that's not why he's here. He's better than that."

"Is he?" Peter gives him an arch look before rising to his feet. "He's missed three shifts now, Derek. If he's not your whore and he's not going to scrub the floors, then get him off our payroll. We have enough leeches here." With that, Peter turns and leaves.

Bastard.

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You guys remember this? Well I sign up in a fic event and claimed two prompt. The minimum was 100 words. I said that's plausible, I can do that to go back writing.

I'm now with a one shot over 3k words, I still didn't get to the smutty part and the deadline is close.

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Goal of this year, to write at least 5 fanfics. No matter the length or if it's a one shot or a multi chapter fic.

Just write and enjoy it.