Derek/Stiles backstory
anonymous
August 22 2011, 17:50:49 UTC
Does anyone find it odd that Stiles knew who Derek was in the Pilot? Hmm...expand anon. Maybe an adorable elementary school fic with Derek rescuing Stiles from bullies?
Derek/Stiles and/or everyone/everyone - skinnydipping or water!sex
anonymous
August 22 2011, 17:54:28 UTC
It's so hot out, I need some cooling down. Unfortunately, once the boys (and girls) get naked and wet, things heat up again. :)
Maybe Derek takes Stiles to the pond out on the Hale land. Or they crash Jackson's pool when they think he's family's out of town and Lydia, Allison, and Jackson unexpectedly show up.
There's not enough (any?) group sex in this fandom.
Re: Derek/Stiles and/or everyone/everyone - skinnydipping or water!sex
anonymous
December 3 2011, 09:11:03 UTC
I actually have a fic where they are all skinny dipping together. I plan on having group sex in the sequeal to the fic :) It's called Show Me Your Teeth and it's posted on FFDN...
I would love anything on how Mr. Argent feels like he sees himself in Stiles and why couldn’t Allison date someone nice like Stiles. You know human, smart, a bit talkative but still human...
Fill: the pros and cons of freaking out (WARNINGS: panic attacks, claustropobia) 1/?ut_ipsa_dixitSeptember 17 2011, 22:21:27 UTC
So. Um. I may have filled this? I don't know if it was anything like what you wanted, anon. It is not very explicit because apparently I am terrible at writing porn? Who knew?
“Oh my god oh my god oh my god.” Stiles is very obviously freaking out. He keeps running his hands over his head and scraping his fingers down his neck. Derek counts his steps as he paces the room. “Shit shit shit shit shit.” One step for every curse and a swivel on the last.
“Does anyone know where you are, Stiles?” Derek growls at him, clearly frustrated. Stiles throws him a wild glare, his mouth twisted unhappily.
“No, you idiot. I fucking snuck out to your place because I can’t tell my dad - ‘Oh, hey dad, you know that guy I told you was a murderer? Yeah, he’s kind of in charge of our little group now and he needs my help for an errand! Be back later!’ My dad thinks I’m studying at Scott’s for that chemistry test that I actually do have tomorrow and Scott is having dinner at Alison’s house and Jackson and Danny actually invited me
( ... )
Fill: the pros and cons of freaking out (WARNINGS: panic attacks, claustropobia) 2/?ut_ipsa_dixitSeptember 17 2011, 22:23:16 UTC
“I should have known this whole werewolf thing would get me killed and really I did think it would be Scott losing control and killing me, he almost did that once, but oh god,” and the torch goes out. Stiles’ rasping breaths are loud in the sudden darkness. He presses his back to the wall behind him and sinks to the floor: he can’t see and where is Derek and shit shit shit he can’t breathe - a hand roughly grabs the back of his neck.
“Stiles, fucking breathe,” Derek commands harshly. “In, then out, genius. You know how to do this.”
Stiles manages to gulp in a mouthful of air, and swallow some of that down but it isn’t enough and every muscle in his chest and throat is clenching down and shut and it hurt. If only I had asthma, he manages to think past the wordless panic that has gripped his mind entirely. The dead torch drops from his numb, unresponsive fingers and he knows he’s shaking uncontrollably too
( ... )
Fill: the pros and cons of freaking out (WARNINGS: panic attacks, claustropobia) 3/3ut_ipsa_dixitSeptember 17 2011, 22:24:53 UTC
“I should let you know that while this kissing is very, very distracting - and nice! Definitely nice! Amazing, even! Perfect! Good, positive adjectives abound! - we are still trapped in a small room which is possibly going to collapse on us and no one knows where we are and we have no way of letting them know where we are.”
Derek considers telling Stiles that Lydia is supposed to be meeting them here in about half an hour with whatever intel she’s gathered on this rumoured pack. Derek could have used his “alpha powers” (as Stiles insisted on calling them) to summon his betas even if he hadn’t arranged for her to join them. Then he considers the way Stiles still looks at Lydia sometimes, and the noise he’d just made when Derek had licked into his mouth. He considers the occasional moments of sheer brilliance that everyone overlooked, much more wowed by Lydia’s carefully doled out intelligence or Allison’s studied knowledge. Stiles’ fingers clutch at the shirt over his chest and even through the darkness, Derek can see his eyes glazing
( ... )
Stiles smells really good to Derek. Like everything sweet rolled into one. Not that Derek would admit it. Maybe he accidentally gets ride of Stiles' bodyspray or never returns that borrowed shirt.
Re: Fill - A Rose By Any Other name - 2/3emoceziSeptember 23 2011, 17:53:20 UTC
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He tries Jackson next. Waiting till mostly everyone is out of the locker rooms before he sidles up to the brand new baby werewolf. The term he has for Jackson will never leave his own brain. Ever.
"So, I have a question that Scott won't answer."
"Huh?"
"So, Derek keeps taking all my Axe stuff and I'm pretty sure it's not because he doesn't like the smell of it. 'Cause I mean, between you and Scott, you use enough Axe to kill small furry rodents that get trapped in the smog cloud of-"
"Get to the point Stilinski."
"Oh right, so....do I smell attractive?" Jackson freezes and looks over at him. Stiles blinks a few times and wonders why the hell this question is so hard for werewolves to answer. It's a simple yes or no question, dammit.
"Go ask Derek."
"Are you crazy? I happen to like my body exactly the way it is, alive and unmauled
( ... )
Re: Fill - A Rose By Any Other name - 3/3emoceziSeptember 23 2011, 17:53:54 UTC
Stiles is holding himself rigid, unsure as to what's going on. The hand on his lower back exerts pressure and he ends up, mostly unwillingly, plastered to the front of Derek while he goes about marking Stiles up.
It takes nearly a full minute for Stiles' overtaxed brain to understand what the hell Derek is doing to his neck. And when the word hickey flashes into his brain in full technicolour he freaks out a little, squawking and trying to push Derek away
( ... )
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Maybe Derek takes Stiles to the pond out on the Hale land. Or they crash Jackson's pool when they think he's family's out of town and Lydia, Allison, and Jackson unexpectedly show up.
There's not enough (any?) group sex in this fandom.
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I plan on having group sex in the sequeal to the fic :)
It's called Show Me Your Teeth and it's posted on FFDN...
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I would love anything on how Mr. Argent feels like he sees himself in Stiles and why couldn’t Allison date someone nice like Stiles. You know human, smart, a bit talkative but still human...
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(Also posted at AO3)
“Oh my god oh my god oh my god.” Stiles is very obviously freaking out. He keeps running his hands over his head and scraping his fingers down his neck. Derek counts his steps as he paces the room. “Shit shit shit shit shit.” One step for every curse and a swivel on the last.
“Does anyone know where you are, Stiles?” Derek growls at him, clearly frustrated. Stiles throws him a wild glare, his mouth twisted unhappily.
“No, you idiot. I fucking snuck out to your place because I can’t tell my dad - ‘Oh, hey dad, you know that guy I told you was a murderer? Yeah, he’s kind of in charge of our little group now and he needs my help for an errand! Be back later!’ My dad thinks I’m studying at Scott’s for that chemistry test that I actually do have tomorrow and Scott is having dinner at Alison’s house and Jackson and Danny actually invited me ( ... )
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“Stiles, fucking breathe,” Derek commands harshly. “In, then out, genius. You know how to do this.”
Stiles manages to gulp in a mouthful of air, and swallow some of that down but it isn’t enough and every muscle in his chest and throat is clenching down and shut and it hurt. If only I had asthma, he manages to think past the wordless panic that has gripped his mind entirely. The dead torch drops from his numb, unresponsive fingers and he knows he’s shaking uncontrollably too ( ... )
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Derek considers telling Stiles that Lydia is supposed to be meeting them here in about half an hour with whatever intel she’s gathered on this rumoured pack. Derek could have used his “alpha powers” (as Stiles insisted on calling them) to summon his betas even if he hadn’t arranged for her to join them. Then he considers the way Stiles still looks at Lydia sometimes, and the noise he’d just made when Derek had licked into his mouth. He considers the occasional moments of sheer brilliance that everyone overlooked, much more wowed by Lydia’s carefully doled out intelligence or Allison’s studied knowledge. Stiles’ fingers clutch at the shirt over his chest and even through the darkness, Derek can see his eyes glazing ( ... )
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He tries Jackson next. Waiting till mostly everyone is out of the locker rooms before he sidles up to the brand new baby werewolf. The term he has for Jackson will never leave his own brain. Ever.
"So, I have a question that Scott won't answer."
"Huh?"
"So, Derek keeps taking all my Axe stuff and I'm pretty sure it's not because he doesn't like the smell of it. 'Cause I mean, between you and Scott, you use enough Axe to kill small furry rodents that get trapped in the smog cloud of-"
"Get to the point Stilinski."
"Oh right, so....do I smell attractive?" Jackson freezes and looks over at him. Stiles blinks a few times and wonders why the hell this question is so hard for werewolves to answer. It's a simple yes or no question, dammit.
"Go ask Derek."
"Are you crazy? I happen to like my body exactly the way it is, alive and unmauled ( ... )
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It takes nearly a full minute for Stiles' overtaxed brain to understand what the hell Derek is doing to his neck. And when the word hickey flashes into his brain in full technicolour he freaks out a little, squawking and trying to push Derek away ( ... )
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