On a scale of one to fanon Bert McCracken, how much would Teen Wolf fandom hate me if I wrote the story where Derek’s mate is Scott but Scott is too wrapped up with Allison to notice and Stiles has always been in love with Scott so Derek and Stiles find each other and decide to use the other to forget about their feelings for Scott for awhile.
And Scott is happy for them, is the kicker.
I’m contemplating that it goes to a threesome place, but I’m still undecided.
Ho hum just gonna start that story where Peter ravishes Scott in the woods so that’s why Scott wakes up out there nearly naked in the morning.
All I want for my birthday next month are:
(a) A giant pumpkin cake roll that will take me a week to eat
(b) a fake dating story in which the couple fake dating discovers that they’d actually be in the middle of the worst relationship ever and very happily fall in love with other people
I think I’m gonna have to add a (c) and a (d) to this list:
(c) Mediacom internet working for a month straight, as fast as it is supposed to be, with no problems
(d) a story that explores what happens if mates/soulmates/etc really is a thing when the other half is really a bad person (i.e., serial killer fic + mates, preferably without pining)
Well, world, you’ve still got 8 days to provide.
Well crap, bunny me why don’t you.
I’ve come at the mate trope by kind of sidestepping it, but the idea of like, soulbonds with one of them being dangerous is fascinating.
And see, Stiles knows Derek is a bad person, has actually killed people, sometimes just because he could, and it’s not all because Peter is whispering in his ear about making people pay for what happened to their family.
But Derek is a part of him.
Thought I’d put this here for posterity.
3221 / 5000 words. 64% done!
Whoo, and it’s probably gonna be longer than 5k.
wolfbad said:
of course Derek, even humanity burned out of him Derek, would frame the bite as something to bring Stiles and Scott together
I feel that Scott & Stiles broship can be seen from space and even Peter twigged onto the fact by going after Stiles. Derek just goes about things differently. He pays attention to Batman references, first of all.
Like, I believe Peter was listening to them at the school before he entered the stage.
Derek has used SEDUCE on people to get what he wants so why not on his wayward beta’s hetero lifemate?
Plus, I like playing with the mate trope and seeing what I get.
So I was replying to a comment someone left on Scatter Shot, the story where Peter teaches Derek SEDUCE and ABILITY TO WITHSTAND TORTURE before the fire.
And the commenter said they felt Peter was very tragic.
And I was like, well they are all tragic figures, it could have been Derek who was in a coma with Peter and Laura left standing.
Aannnnnnd I bunnied myself.
Because Derek sloooooowly heals, like Peter. Bites Scott, like Peter.
Peter is better at winning Scott and Stiles over, bc he uses his words and asks for their help, someone is murdering people, murdered his niece, please. I didn’t bite you, but I can help you, Scott.
And Derek is intrigued. Scott is clever, but so is his friend.
And when Peter gets captured, the scene with Stiles in the parking garage goes a little differently.
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“I can be very persuasive.” Derek says, hand at Stiles’ neck, grip warm and tight, fingers making little circles as he inches Stiles’ face closer to Peter’s laptop.
The boy snarks and he snarks back. It’s … nice. The boy eventually helps him.
“You’ve been so helpful, I’m feeling generous. Do you want the bite?” Derek says, taking the boy’s wrist in his hand, delicately.
“What?” the boy’s voice is flat.
“Wouldn’t you like to be Batman, some of the time, Stiles?” Derek says, leaning against Jenny’s car. Stiles stands straighter. “You can hear all sorts of things, if you focus enough. Scott was never supposed to leave you behind.” he smiles, then, letting his eyes go red before flickering back to his human eyes.
“You killed your sister. You bite Scott, attacked Lydia, killed all those people.” The boy is … angry.
The boy takes a quick breath, eyes fixed on where Derek has a soft grip on his wrist. Derek wants to taste the skin.
“Has anyone ever wronged you, Stiles, to the point of madness? So the only thing you can dream or see the red of their blood? Don’t presume to know my reasons.” Derek says.
The boy looks at him, level.
“He could share this with you, if you wanted.” Derek keeps going. The scent of cloves had clung to Scott, when Derek had bitten him, and at first Derek thought it was part of Scott’s natural scent. But it wasn’t, just ground in from Stiles, close as brothers.
“Or, I could do something else for you.” Derek lets his gaze flick down, linger on Stiles’ crotch. He licks his lips.
That startles the boy to attention.
“Wouldn’t that be weird, for an Alpha?” the boy is confused. And very interested, if the tenting happening is any indication.
He releases his hold on the boy’s wrist.
“Unbutton your shirt.”
The boy stares, mouth a little slack before flying up to work on the buttons, hands shaking a little. Pale skin is revealed, dark moles dotting the skin like blood on snow.
He latches his mouth at the boy’s neck, licking and sucking marks down his chest, his stomach. The boy trembles, gasps, leans into the touch.
The boy unbuckles his belt, shoves his pants and underwear down and Derek swallows the head, licks at the shaft.
The boy has found his voice by this point, begging, stringing words together haphazardly, all Please, Yes, More, Derek.
He works his mouth on the boy and it doesn’t take long for the boy to come in his mouth. He swallows most of it but saves some for when he slides up the boy’s body to kiss into his mouth, hand against the back of the boy’s head.
The boy is vicious, a delightful surprise. He licks at Derek’s tongue, bites what flesh he can, plasters his body against Derek’s, arms coming up so he can clutch at Derek’s shoulders.
The boy draws away, rests his forehead on Derek’s chest. “Do it. Bite me.” the boy exudes tiredness but his voice is steel.
Derek takes the wrist again, brings it to his mouth, licks at the pulse point. The boy is looking up, watching him.
“Do you know,” Derek pauses, licks again, “what a bite on the wrist means, Stiles? Not the neck, or the hip?”
Stiles’ eyebrows slant in thought. “No.”
“It means we would belong to each other.” Derek says, watching him back.
“Usually I’d want dinner and a movie first.” Stiles quips. Derek smiles beside himself.
“Do you want the bite here?” Derek lets his fangs drop. Stiles snaps his eyes to them, entranced almost.
Stiles blinks, takes a breath. “Yes.”
Derek sinks his fangs into delicate skin oh so gently and bites down through bone and muscle. His mouth fills with blood.
Just signed up for the perverse_bang on LJ. Should be fun.
Due: May 18th
Posting: May 25th
Minimum wordcount: 5,000
Yes, I think I can do this.
Unless something else catches my fancy, it’s gonna be the story where Peter and Derek kidnap Stiles and do terrible naughty thing to him and Stockholm syndrome and revenge murders.
I’m trying to think of some objects that Peter and Derek put in Stiles, because there is not enough object insertion kink in Teen Wolf fic.
Because what goes with incest and Stockholm syndrome-y goodness like kinky sex?
I probably should get to writing the story where Peter & Derek kidnap Stiles instead of looking at the toys they use on him.
so i was thinking.
we should eliminate 92% of this cast and their storylines.
and then just make it a show about a boy who attracts the attention of a werewolf who’s clinically insane and drags him across state lines like a carrot dangled in front of his father who basically lets his entire career and livelihood spiral out of control in his fruitless but relentless search to bring him home. finales could be him getting close - ALMOST reuniting, or reuniting briefly.
kay?
stiles, papa stilinski and peter. that’s all you need.
It starts out as just revenge - Peter thinks that along with the insurance adjuster, the sheriff’s office is involved somehow, too.
It took Peter a few months to fully recuperate, even after he gained the Alpha mantle during the fire.
Peter and Derek leave town, to try and track Kate down but after a few fruitless years they return to Beacon Hills.
So after they kill the people responsible for the fire (minus Kate, she was gone like fog by noon) they go after the other responsible parties.
It’s Derek who points out the Sheriff is a widower now. That the man only has his son left. That the man would be crushed to have his only family snatched from him by thieves in the night.
Peter thinks the idea has merit.
When he sees the boy, in his father’s bed in an empty house, long eyelashes and a cupid’s bow mouth, face crinkled in the grips of a nightmare, well.
From Derek’s open stare Peter thinks he’s not the only one picturing the boy writhing between them.
(Source: dylanofuckme)
I just wanted to write a filthy smutfic where Peter & Derek have sexytimez with Stiles that involves suspension bondage, a leather hood and knotting.
I did not sign up for all the words of ~character development about how these three jerks keep orbiting each other because they can’t stay away.
FML, y’all.
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