I’ll do something.
I passed a flower shop next to a tattoo shop and at first I laughed because I thought it was ironic and then i freaked because IMAGINE YOUR OTP IN A FLORIST/TATTOO ARTIST AU
Brian&Justin + hugs from behind
oh MAN Derek and kinks! :D
1: okay, he LOVES going down on people. Blowjobs, rimjobs, cunnilingus— all of it. And he’s into it— like, there have been conversations in bars that he’s overheard between guys and sometimes they kind of talk about cunnilingus like it’s kind something you have to get done before you can get to the dicking. But he’s just there, and he doesn’t have any problem with the idea of it, with the scent or the taste, just loves giving the kind of pleasure that makes the receiver helpless with it, makes them twitch and gasp, makes them lost control.
2: Armpits. He would happily spend hours just sniffing and licking someone’s armpit, making the hairs flat with his tongue, chasing every bit of their sweat. It’s kind of a taboo thing among werewolves, but he still indulges, when he can.
3: slow boning. He’s basically softened his look, grown a beard and started wearing shades that flatter his skintone so that people won’t be so surprised that he’s a slow, tender lovemaker and basically has Isaac Hayes on a mental loop in his head when he takes the overnight train to bonertown. He wants to make love. He wants to cherish.
4: locker rooms. He gets boners that he has to hide whenever he goes into the locker room. All that sweat, all those hormones. And maybe it’s an emotionally complicated boner, but he’s still at half chub whenever he smells the sweat, chlorine, jizz and hormones.
5: He thinks, and he’s not totally sure yet, that he’d maybe like to pee on someone. But it could be a territory thing. He might discuss it with someone. One day.
6: No one can ever know quite how much of a praise kink Derek has. His ears go red and his eyes go all wide and shocked, and he doesn’t know what to do with himself. It’s mortifying. (he loves it).
I am absolutely sure of this, believe me
I am absolutely sure that you are my soul mate.
Sterek AU — The Maze Runner
↳ in which Stiles is the Glade’s new Greenbean and Derek the keeper of the Runners
Stiles tilts his head to the side, giving the runner next to him a tired glare. Derek just arches one of his eyebrows, something Stiles still finds himself impressed by even after more than a week in the Glade.
"I have a name, you know," he reminds him, adjusting the leather holster hugging his chest. It feels foreign, but he figures he’ll get used to it in time, just like the weight of the long blade stuck to his back. At least he feels… equipped; like he’d actually stand a chance if they ran into a Griever even in broad daylight.
"Yeah, Stiles,” Derek agrees, emphasizing the name that is the only thing Stiles remembers from his past life. Before he woke up in the box surrounded by a pack of boys. “Which only speaks for my theory that our names are not our real ones. They’re just another piece of this big sick joke cooked up by the creators.”
CAN’T GO BACK
it doesn’t matter how many “pretend to be dating” fics i read, i’m always fucking in it headfirst every time and i fall for that shit every time. i know the pattern i know the plot twists i know what’s gonna happen but every single fucking time i’m fucking on the edge of…
"I know… I know, I’m almost there."
it can’t just be a me thing that wants to see stiles and derek in a healthy relationship when they are older, sharing a flat and fucking cooking each other dinner and then fucking on freshly washed sheets that are still warm.
I want them to be happy and snuggly. I want them to be whole.
- Deep conversations and wow i wonder what you look like under that scary mask AU
- Everyone thinks we came to this party as a couple because our costumes match what’s your name AU
- Babe i know it’s halloween but we have to take my little brother/sister trick…