#racketstory

[wonderwonderhowido]

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i believe in alien egg kinks for everyone

this is the least surprising thing you have ever said to me

[mad-madam-m]

DOES DEREK EVENTUALLY FIND OUT WHETHER STILES HAS A TIGHT BUTTHOLE

(I’M GUESSING THIS IS RE: THE TAGS ON THIS POST)

My friend. MY FRIEND. Of COURSE Derek will find out. Not that first night, of course. (Not for lack of trying on Stiles’s part, but dammit, Derek thinks they should go on at least one date before they hop into each other’s pants.)

So he picks Stiles up that weekend and takes him out to a diner for burgers and curly fries (because curly fries are the way to Stiles’s heart in every universe) and the next thing Derek knows they’re out at the Preserve and Stiles is climbing into his lap, muttering something about thanking him properly for such a great first date.

And the car is filling up with Stiles’s scent (not heat scent, no, just his regular omega scent, but it smells so good that Derek’s dizzy with it) and they’re kissing so much Stiles is going to have beard burn, Derek just knows it, and he should feel bad but he’s also kind of happy that Stiles will have that mark on him and…

Someone knocks on the window. Stiles and Derek spring apart and Stiles smacks his head on the car ceiling and Derek’s hand gets smashed between Stiles’s thigh and the gearshift.

And because the universe clearly hates them both, it’s Sheriff Stilinski outside the car, holding a flashlight and looking distinctly unimpressed.

“Not that I’m not thrilled you boys are getting along so well, but please don’t make me arrest you for public indecency.”

Stiles scrambles back over to the passenger seat while Derek stammers out an apology, and the sheriff lets them go with a pained grimace.

“So. That probably killed the mood,” Stiles says.

Derek shrugs. “A little. But we could go to my place to try to get it back?”

Stiles’s grin is blinding.

(They manage to get the mood back at Derek’s place. That is ALSO when Derek finds out that Stiles DOES INDEED POSSESS A TIGHT BUTTHOLE, which hugs Derek’s knot very snuggly and Derek comes hard enough that he zones out for awhile.

“I’m glad to know that sign wasn’t false advertising,” he says, while they’re still curled up in bed.

Stiles hits him in the face with a pillow.)

[llassah]

11!!!!!!!!!!!!

11. Weirdest thing you’ve ever written/thought about writing/etc.?

RIGHT. STRAP IN.

Derek Hale’s homing penis

sexually attractive werekangaroos and their dicks

ballshaving as an expression of tender love

the sheriff/every twink in beacon hills

derek hale’s jizz sculpting talents

all of the possible male lactation

hooker stiles under a bridge

[sashayed]

Are u aware the tumblr staff just tweeted abt ur spankaroo post

WELL. i was not but i’m not surprised because it’s very correct and good advice

[aisatsana441]

racketstory replied to your post:WHAT THE UNBELIEVABLE FUCK GOD DAMN IT IM ON DREAM...

God I love enraged mid dream thieves reactions

I blame of all this—including the real-life grief I am currently dealing with from my BFF as she devours these books—on you.

True story, connaissais and eeames both started an email chain with me titled, “DON’T OPEN UNTIL AFTER YOU FINISH DREAM THIEVES” before I even started the book and it was torture to have it sit in my inbox for days until I finished the book.

[sashayed]

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i just got so disconcerted, like excuse me that’s not rave sashayed’s normal background i’m not okay

YEAH HOW DO U THINK I FEEL!!!!!

[wonderwonderhowido]

1. Ronan/Adam

1. things you said at 1 am

Adam has been a light sleeper ever since he sacrificed himself for Cabeswater. It’s as if the forest needs him always just on the edge of consciousness, never tipping over into a truly deep sleep. He gets woken up by the screech of birds in the morning, yowling cats at night, and tonight it’s the sound of a car pulling up outside, techno music from the car stereo suddenly ending as the engine cuts off.

Adam somehow knows exactly who it is even as he’s pulled from sleep. He walks to his living room window, feeling peculiarly wide awake and exhausted at the same time, and sees the BMW parked outside with Ronan still in the driver’s seat.

“I didn’t come here to see you,” Ronan says as Adam approaches. He jerks his chin in the direction of the church. Adam comes up to the driver’s side window, already rolled down, and leans his elbows on the car door. Adam can see a six-pack on the seat next to Ronan.

“I don’t know how you can go to church every Sunday and then also come here to drink,” Adam says. “Seems blasphemous.”

Ronan scoffs. “Shows what you know about Catholicism.”

This close, Adam can feel Ronan’s breath brush his cheek when he speaks. Adam looks at the way Ronan can barely hold his gaze, his eyes fidgety and shy, and knows that Ronan has told, if not a lie, then a half-truth: he may have come here to drink in the chapel, but he was hoping Adam would show up.

“Why don’t you drink in my place instead?” 

Adam only catches the hitch in Ronan’s breath because he’s listening for it. Ronan doesn’t look at him when he nods.

Ronan offers Adam a beer, which Adam declines and then regrets slightly, because it would be nice to have something in his hands to focus on. They sit on the floor in silence because Adam doesn’t have a couch, and Adam drums his fingers on the floor while Ronan switches between pointedly looking at him and pointedly not-looking at him.

It’s the middle of the night, the whole world quiet outside of his living room, and maybe it’s that that gives Adam the courage to finally address this thing between them.

“Ronan,” he says, and Ronan coughs and meets his eyes, looking as nervous as he’s ever capable of looking.

Adam doesn’t know why he says it, but what comes out of his mouth is, “Keep breathing.” 

A confused frown line forms between Ronan’s eyebrows, but he gives a slight nod. Adam watches the slow, even in and out of his chest as Adam moves closer to him, then leans forward.

Ronan is still breathing when Adam presses a kiss to his lips. He doesn’t move until Adam curls a hand around the back of his neck. Then he bends his head, making the angle better for the next kiss.

“How long have you wanted this,” Adam asks without moving back, his lips brushing Ronan’s cheek when he speaks.

“Since I stopped being jealous,” Ronan says, and the honesty of the answer sends a warm thrill down to Adam’s gut. 

“Good,” he says, and this time Ronan opens his mouth to the kiss. Adam tastes beer and something that reminds him of moss, of Cabeswater. 

Adam doesn’t know what time it is. Ronan is breathing into his mouth, and there’s moonlight pouring into his living room windows, and they’ve left the church empty for now. The kiss resolves something that’s been making his chest itch with confusion and want for months now, and even if it’s going to make his shift at the trailer factory terrible in the morning, Adam is glad he woke up for this.

[llassah]

20. Would you have sex with Tyler hoechlin if he wanted you to dress up like a wombat

RIGHT.

1: before or during? Are we talking as foreplay?

2: Is this because I make a hot wombat, or because he would rather do itwith a wombat than a human? I mean I don't know what wombats are like in bed andfrankly I feel like I've googled enough weird animal sex stuff-- fuck it I'mgoogling wombat sex. At this point it’s a drop in the fucking ocean. Right. Twodicks it is. Does Hoechlin have 2 dicks? I’m in if he does.

2: Would he use wombat pet names?

3: could I take off the suit at any point? Or is there an easy access flapand I’m there in fur for the whole time? Because that would get sweaty and frankly I don't know how to wash a wombat suit.

Here’s the scenario I could deal with:  it’s as foreplay, and it’s because he thinks Iam irresistible in fake fur. He tells me to slip into something more…wombatty.I comply, because up to this point the date has gone well. He starts to sing ‘amoment like this.’ He has a single scented candle which he lights, and thenlooks at me in the wombat suit. He then undresses. There is some above suittouching. He strokes my fur. He tells me I am the most beautiful wombat he has everseen.

Then, he tenderly unzips the suit, puts it back on the hanger, stroking hishand once more down the fur. Then he starts to play ‘freak me’. It’s the firsttrack of an impeccable boning mixtape. We spoon all night. He’s the big spoon.In the morning, he makes me coffee and doesn’t talk to me until I’ve drunk thewhole mug.