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[hedwig221b]

Breathing heavily, Derek turned around and marched out of the room, trying to rein in his wolf. He knew he lost control over his appearance: the skin on his face tickled with growing fur, sharp points of deadly fangs dug into his lower lip.

Derek had to see him. Right now, to make sure none of them got to him, to see for himself that Stiles was safe and whole. That the boy was his, still.

Not a day has gone without him dreaming of Stiles. He was a constant presence in the wolf’s mind, driving him insane with want and longing.

No, Derek would never leave him, never give him over to another’s dirty hands. He’ll fight for the boy till death. Tear apart anyone who had the misfortune of touching him.

The door opened after three loud thuds. Derek didn’t have any space for guilt in his heart at waking the undoubtedly tired Stiles up, all of it taken by irresistible want.

Stiles’ eyes were wide open in surprise and just a tiny bit of wariness. His hands were clutching the soft white nightgown, keeping it closed over his naked chest. Derek’s gleaming red eyes followed the tantalizing length of his neck, stopping at the sight of his bare collarbones, peeking out of the gown. A pink sleepy blush adorned his cheeks, cupping his soft half-opened lips.

They ought to have the sweetest taste.

Both of them stared at each other in silence. Stiles was probably too shocked that Derek approached him again at such a late hour, nonetheless; Derek, however, lost any train of thought upon seeing this exquisite being, so teasing in his innocent softness and naïve trust. Anger left him all at once, leaving him breathless at the sight of the angel.

“Don’t open the door so readily,” Derek’s mutter was akin to a rumble. “You’re too beautiful for that.”

Stiles’ breath hitched and his heart started its quick rabbit pace again. He frowned a bit as if Derek’s compliment somehow offended him; he probably didn’t even realize his lips formed into the cutest pout. The most delicious prey was in front of Derek, and he couldn’t even have a taste. Not yet.

He wanted to kiss the tips of Stiles’ long fingers, bite into the soft insides of his thighs, leave marks all over his neck and trace the helpful path of his moles leading to his devastating lips to kiss and claim and take.

But Derek couldn’t do that for fear of spooking him. It was too early. But how could he possibly leave him right now?

Derek gently took Stiles’ slack hand, his heart stuttering at the sight of it, small in comparison to his wolf’s one. Miraculously, Stiles didn’t pull away. Derek lifted his soft hand to his mouth and pressed a kiss to his knuckles, then on the inside of his wrist, before inhaling.

The bright red of his eyes reflected in Stiles’ soft brown ones. The blush on Stiles’ pretty face deepened and traveled down, calling to Derek’s predatory instincts to follow, to lick and bite.

“I know you don’t trust me,” Derek grunted. When Stiles inhaled to retort, Derek caught his chin and pressed a finger against his lips, making the boy freeze in place, eyes impossibly wide. The wolf in him howled at the sharp scent of arousal emanating from his body. “Don’t argue. I expected it. Wolves don’t trust easily, too. I just wanted you to know that… I’m sorry. I was selfish and didn’t see what was in front of me. You don’t need to worry. I’ll take care of everything.”

It was a thought that grew in his mind, spread to his heart and took root there, reincorporating into a deep desire and a vital need. Derek will take care of him and his little pup, he’ll bring the hearts of his enemies and put them at the boy’s feet. He’ll court and he’ll conquer.

“Lock the door,” he said, forcing himself to step away. “Don’t open until the sun rises.”

Once again, Stiles said nothing. He blinked as if coming out of a stupor, then gave a tiny nod, before slowly closing the door, casting inquisitive glances at Derek. The door shut with a soft thud; a heavy lock slid into place with an unpleasant scrape.

Derek leaned towards the door, knowing that Stiles was probably leaning on it to eavesdrop. Curious kitten.

“Good boy,” he murmured and laughed soundlessly at the shy squeak on the other side, followed by hastily retreating footfalls.

The smile felt unfamiliar on Derek’s ferine face, and he lost it quite quickly. This precious boy made it so easy to feel joy again, almost uncomfortably so.

If only Stiles chose to never leave his side, the wolf would bring him the freedom he craved. It will be his final courting gift. Stiles had no idea what he got himself into by allowing Derek’s name to fall from his lips that fateful day a year ago. He would soon learn the true power of being under the wolf’s protection and possession.

He’ll never have to fear and pretend ever again. His sweet boy. His Stiles.

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[daily-hanamura]

[brain-rot-central]

Hello, new followers. I hope you've all strapped yourselves in because this blog is a cover for me to be horny on main.

[jacenotjason]

I think tumblr makes me unfollow people sometimes

Does

Does it do that sometimes /genq?

[strqyr]

chapter 4: summer gets brought up again.

chapter 5: summer's weapon gets revealed and we get a glimpse of her + new outfit. ruby gives away a 'mother's promise'.

chapter 6: ??????????

[cloudydreamingart]

Him

[gayforcarstairsgirls]

Made the mistake of telling my millennial sister I watch Dan and Phil... She doesn't know who they are... She wants me to send her some of their videos.... What do I even send her??? This was a Mistake

[mhaynoot]

if you guys want to know how much i’ve written about orv in like *checks date* two months, here

[swordwife]

VICTOR

GUYS DID YOU KNOW I LOVE MY HUSBAND SO MUCH DID YOU KNOW

[neverchecking]

Question for you, if your okay with it

Question: which LU boy is your favorite???

This is very polite <3 Of course i'm okay with questions <33

hmm...idk i'd say its a tie between Twilight and Wild/Cal/Sage

[shubaka17]

just had the most stressful, high profile event of my career tonight and fucked it up three ways to sunday. screamed a lil afterwards, but two hours later i don't even wanna kill myself. this is progress.

[millenniumdueled]

((youre one of the most important people on my dash, and I'm sorry I only ever send anon asks and not reach out as a friend! I hope you feel better tomorrow. I think you're really special and you single-handedly re-piqued my interest in yugioh.

(( it's okay, I promise. I understand that things just aren't the way they used to be on Tumblr, and I'm just old and grouchy and miss the way it was before. it just feels kind of lonely these days.

I'm not going anywhere lol I'm still really excited about Yugi dw. I just. wish I had more interesting things to do between plots. it feels like most of my muses have at least one or two people to chat with regularly and that is nice !!!

but I wish I could put them into more weird situations between the canon, and I miss when everyone used to scrape vent blogs to absolutely torture each other's muses and shit. and I know a big part of it is that I haven't really been giving much to work with, I haven't had much muse and it's been really, really hard to think of ways to make the day to day more interesting. but it's hard to do in a vacuum

and I feel like my ocs and that story just. aren't working out either.

idk

we do have the discord ygo tl group, and I !!!!!! LOVE that. it's the exception to my hate for discord rp bc it's small and casual and writing the plots we've done so far has been!!!!! really fun!!!!!!!!!! but it's mostly silent between those plots too

[vullcanica]

@und3rdark cont. from x

 Curiosity had always been her guilty vice. A thing overindulged to the point of prying intrusion, oft to the great detriment or benefit of others. It all depended, in truth, whether she sought knowledge for its sake alone, or pursued other ends through it. So she inquires in measure, undecided on reason - only seeking to know more about the peculiar dark-dwelling elf who'd come to her aid earlier. A venture more out of gratitude than want for upper hand.

 It seems she's missed a fork in the road - that trecherous footpath called discretion - somewhere along her journey. With how swiftly Asyrn passes off a century spent near Menzoberranzan almost like an afterthought, it makes her think she should've started lighter. She thought she had.

 "In the hands of a professional, then. And one so kind to lend me passage. -- A rare treasure in these parts."

 Travellers and heroes lingered in ill places, she knew. In her limited experience - light-loving creature as she was - none quite so ill as this corner of the earth. It would be a strong choice, if volitious. And lucky for her, no matter if it had been.

 The path through wet rock and puddles is a harrowing one, tedious to the best of legs without experience of terrain. Her step is surer now, having watched Asyrn move quick and practiced through dips and elevations like he's learned them blind, but still she, with her slower legs, lags far behind and catches up slow and steady, neither tired nor very fussed about it. -- Frustrations have seldom been known to change an outcome. She passes the flat of her palms down her abysmally rumpled front while she watched Asyrn peer down the tunnel. Whatever he sees there seems to inform the question.

 "Not hungry enough to stop quite yet." She eyes the fork and glances at her guide with a questioning raise of the brow. "I suppose it should depend on what lies ahead."

[claytonkeller]

Like I legitimately couldn't feel nore anger rn about this I can't I can't

[seth-suffers]

I'm tired of being some kinda fucking big scary boogeyman that everyone fucking hunts after when I'm literally just some traumatised autistic dude who gets scared of abandonment or might act stand offish