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Derek: *perusing several take-out menus* What're you in the mood for tonight, babe?
Stiles: World domination.
Derek: *snorts* Isn't that a little ambitious for someone who can't rub his belly and pat his head at the same time?
Stiles: You're my world.
Derek:
Derek: *squinting* Wait, that statement is way too soppy coming from you...
Stiles: *smirking*
Stiles: *still smirking*
Derek: *the penny dropping* Ohhhhhhh, I get it, you wanna —
Stiles: *pounces like a mountain cat in mating season*
[modified from a buddie post of mine]
you guys are too funny but serious question: a pack of wolves? wouldn't that be like bestiality? so anything goes?
no literally anything and everything, as long as derek is subbing ♥️
“we want that man on his knees!!!!” -mili
Smut prompts: 82, pairing of your choice
“Stiles,” he pants, breath heaving as he works to keep himself still.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs but he doesn’t move any closer. Derek whimpers.
He’s kneeling in the middle of the bed, hands behind his back, head bowed. He’s not restrained. Stiles has never had to tie him up, never would. Derek stays where he puts him.
He whines, strangled, like he tried to stop it but it came out anyway.
“It’s okay, baby. You know I like to hear you.”
“Stiles.”
“I’m right here.”
“Stiles.” He drags in another breath, slower, before he whispers “please.”
“What do you need?”
“You. Please. Stiles.” He fights the words out, breathing hard between each word. It’s hard for him to talk when he’s like this. But Stiles always makes him. Always makes sure.
“I’m right here,” he repeats with a smirk. “Listen. You can feel my heart, hear me breathing. You know I’m not far. You know I won’t leave you.”
“Please.”
“What do you need? You have to tell me.”
“Touch. Touch me. Closer. Please.”
Stiles tsks at him. He knows better. “I’m not going to touch you unless you beg.”
He whines. Stiles smiles.
“You can do it. Beg for me, baby.”
Derek shudders. Stiles waits.
“Please. Stiles.” He sucks in another breath. “Please. T-touch me. Please Stiles. I- I need it. Please.”
“Good boy,” he says, low and seductive, and moves a little closer. Derek relaxes a little, the tight line of his shoulders easing just a bit.
“Need you. Please. Please touch me. Stiles.”
He’s captivating like this. The most beautiful thing Stiles has ever seen. And he’s the only one who gets to see it. Derek wouldn’t trust anybody else with this. He’s the alpha, but he belongs to Stiles.
“I’ve got you, baby. My good boy.” He slides onto the bed, sidling up behind Derek who immediately sways back against him and tilts his head away, exposing his throat.
“That’s right. You’re mine,” he growls into his ear. “You know I’ll take care of you.”
smut prompts | ask me
my tumblr smut prompts also live on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/series/2299010
SOFT DOM STILES KINK BINGO
5. Confined/caged
derek doesnt like being tied up, especially being tied to anything. too much time spent in the lairs of various hunters over his life.
however, i could see him being into chastity devices/cock cages... like its almost a reminder for him that stiles doesn’t just want him for his body, and that even when strangers give him the ole once over with their eyes, he still belongs to stiles and there’s nothing they can do about it
(#soft dom stiles kink bingo) for the rest of the series
Awww, today is the final day for the @sterekdrabbles Consent week! It was a lot of fun adding in the extra theme to the words, and I decided to end it with my sub!derek verse. The words for today were lazy, possible and pillow.
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Derek wasn’t sure how it happened, but, what started out as a lazy Sunday morning quickly turned into something more exhilarating. He wanted this, more than anything, but never thought it could be possible. Until now.
Derek looked down at the list in his hand and swallowed hard. His other hand clenched into a fist on the pillow it rested on.
“I won’t do anything you don’t explicitly consent to, Derek,” Stiles said next to him.
“I know.” Derek was shocked at how hoarse his voice was and he took a deep breath to steady himself. He could do this.
BDSM Verse!
sub!Derek. Seriously, why isn't this more of a thing? I would just so love to see some long and plotty sub!Derek and Dom!Stiles because Derek just has the worst most terrible life and deserves some taking care of!