FLEA RIDDEN.

SEMI-HIATUS DUE TO LACK OF MUSE.

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derek muse: poofs into dust

me: cries

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A quiet hiss of pain escapes as something sharp digs into his skin - there’s something warm and wet running down his arm, and he’s pretty sure it’s blood. Eyes narrow, and he takes a subtle breath to steady himself. “Get the fuck off of me,” he snaps. “I’m not playing his games today - not any day.”

[fleabiites-blog]

he chuckled again, shaking his head and he moved a hand to waggle a finger over his face, “they’re not his games, stiles. they’re mine.” he purred, almost sadistically. “and so are you.”

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“ . . Close your mouth; you’ll catch flies.” As he speaks, things become a bit more apparent, and his eyes widen. “Don’t fucking tell me, Der–” Stiles grimaces and averts his gaze, loosening his grip on the man’s shirt. “When the hell did this happen? Wh–” The teenager reaches up, giving the werewolf’s chest a hard shove. “Get off me.”

[fleabiites-blog]

he smirked deviously, his fangs bared; his claws soon finding his biceps and he sunk them into his skin, snarling lowly. “i’ve already caught them, stiles.” he chuckled lowly, his brow cocking, “when did it happen? well, right before you split from him.” he didn’t let stiles go, determined to take full control of this situation. “no.”

[withillusion-blog]

                                            i feel like i’m going out of my mind.

written by cookie.

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This isn’t exactly what he meant - in fact, this is not at all what he meant. The hand is only there to give Stiles some semblance of control. Having rough sex with a possessed werewolf is NOT on the top of his list of things to do, and it’s definitely not his idea of a good time. “I don’t know - but since you’re ASKING me, I’m going to go out on a limb and say it definitely isn’t you.” He shouldn’t taunt him, but there he is, doing so all the same anyways.

[fleabiites-blog]

he had his mouth half open, canines sharpened, saliva clinging onto them and it glimmered. he cocked his head to the side, humming softly. “if that isn’t obvious then you’re blind.” he murmured, reaching a clawed finger up to tap his head, “the thing that was in here-” he paused, grinning devilishly, “he’s in charge.” and he enjoyed it that way if anything but he’d never admit it.

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“I’m in whatever position you put me in, apparently,” he says, a smirk playing over his lips. Hide the fear, hide the fear. That’s the only way he can win - but he doesn’t care about winning. He just doesn’t want to die. “Well, it’s not me– but I don’t think it’s you, either.” Stiles reaches up with a hand, fingers tangling into the front of the werewolf’s shirt. “Why don’t you show me who is?”

[fleabiites-blog]

he swallowed at the suggestions, blinking once or twice and he stared down at him with confusion. at the hand he got the idea of what stiles wanted; a smirk stretching across his own features. he was in charge despite what void said about him. he was on top of the food chain and he was going to prove it to stiles, pinning him down onto the bed and he growls lowly, “oh? how bad do you want me to?”

[friesconquer-deactivated2018081]

       " Don’t think I would care. I stopped with that some time ago “ he says quietly and licks his lips.

    ( ‘ @fleabiites — starter ‘ )

[fleabiites-blog]

“did you?” he asked calmly, his brow raised, his teeth gritting slightly. “well, good to know i can do what you always expected of me.” murder.

[ncgitsne-blog]

“You disappoint me.” The nogitsune appears irritated; at this point, he can’t help it. Derek was supposed to be someone worth doing this to, but apparently not - and he hates be- ing wrong. “You’re a wolf; you’ll never under- stand the games that foxes play.”

[fleabiites-blog]

he nodded slowly, knowing if he spoke he’d just get brought down again. so he didn’t. he kept his mouth shut, eyes flicking away from him. whatever insults the fox threw at him he’d accept, he’d say the fox was right. and deep down inside? he knew it was.

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@fleabiites

She’s speechless when she sees him. Derek Hale. She’d only heard about him from other members of the pack and she didn’t expect to meet him, since he was so much older. Now that they were face to face, she saw that he was bulky, with dark features, and a facial expression that she hoped was just his resting bitch face. Why did he have to be the only person with the knowledge that she needed? She has the instinct to run away, but instead, she merely calls out to him (before she cant keep up with him without seeming like she’s following him - which she is) “Derek? Wait up, please.”

[fleabiites-blog]

the wolf gives a low growl no less than feral, his eyes outlined with dark circles, his canines sharpened at all times. “what do you want?” he was looking for someone he expects to be long gone from this area, sighing softly. the possessed beast runs his fingers down his jacket and into his pockets. “speak.”

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“The chair’s gonna need to be reupholstered,” he mutters. A hard swallow is given when the tip of a claw reaches his skin, but he refuses to allow himself to look scared. He’s not scared. “Sounds like you want to blow me.” It’s the most sarcastic remark he can make while in this vulnerable position, jaw barely moving to keep from pressing his chin closer to the sharp point beneath it. “Is that your plan? Scare me, blow me, flee through the window?”

[fleabiites-blog]

he snarled at stiles’ sarcastic remarks, his teeth gritting and he presses his claws further against his skin. he then chuckles lowly, head cocking to the side. “do you think you’re really in a position to make comments like that, stiles?” he asks, caramel voice like silk running passed his lips. “you do realize who’s in control here, don’t you?” it was neither of them; it was neither of their brains. derek wasn’t himself but there was a small hint of him inside the possessed wolf.

[begavet]

[tylerhoechlin]

Tyler Hoechlin In New York City on April 13, 2016

[fleabiites-blog]

( @chaincd )

the beta, no doubt, smelt the difference that had hit derek hard. the possession, the fly that had crawled into a wound still healing. and, oh, how good derek felt because of it. he smiles over at liam, his teeth sharpened into fangs, “is something wrong, liam?”

[fleabiites-blog]

this is a starter call.

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i’m gonna head off! klk me via sugacvbe!

[fleabiites-blog]

Theres a grunt as his body is slammed back into a wall. "Urgh, that's gonna leave a mark." His hand grabs the one around his throat. "No, I don't have to."

he tightened his grip,eyes narrowed, teeth bared.“i don’t need you. you’re notthe one i’m here for. but i can’tspeak with him otherwise i’ll get-hurt. let me stay. please.”

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On 4/24/16, at 2:20 AM, ✘ FLEA BITTEN. ✘ wrote: > its only 2:20 am why is everyone sleeping