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lbmisscharlie replied to your post: “The next time you feel like you *really* fucked up, try to remember...”:

BEEN THERE. Also: http://www.ohjoysextoy.com/shing/

Oh my god, that made everything so much better. Thank you

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pennypaperbrain reblogged your post and added:

Hm! *follows thatworldinverted*

Oh gosh, well, I'll just be over here in the corner fangirling madly for a little bit.

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hey I saw on ao3 that sometimes you take prompts. Its sterek. where stiles feels sort of useless sometimes even though he knows he's valuable to the pack, so between the monsters of the week he starts going to an underground fight club. He gets pretty good, going up against some supernatural stuff. derek cleans him up cause he owes him and because its the only time he ever really gets to touch stiles. I really like your stuff,I loved your royaltyau with all my heart. Let me know about the prompt

This is a fabulous prompt! I'm in the middle of a couple different writing projects, but I'm going to leave it here in case anyone wants to take a swing at it before I can.

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skylanth replied to your post: “I will be at geek girl con today looking like this! I am very friendly...”:

Mesmerizing! It was great to see you. :)

Thanks, darling! Your Newt was adorably fabulous :) we should hang out soon!

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Don't know if you're still taking these, (also, feel free to respond to my post of the same :D), BUT. "Derek leans up as much as the chains will allow, abdomen straining between Stiles’ thighs, voice a thick murmur in Stiles’ ear. “Drove you crazy, didn’t it? Wanting me, waiting for me, trying to see what I would do, if I would do anything. Made you tense, edgy, until you’d come back smelling of blood and someone else’s fear, so thick I could taste it.”

Oh, honey, for you, anything :)

This is, of course, from a fable of some sort, the serial killer au. It's the first real twist in the story, when Stiles (and the audience) realize that Derek's just as messed-up and dark as Stiles himself. That while it's been a game for Stiles the whole time, there was another player and he never caught on. 

When I decided to write them as a serial killing couple, I knew that I wanted them to be equals. I didn't want their story to be about one experienced partner convincing the other to go along with murder; they were going to be a fully committed pair. That sense of challenge that's so prevalent in the canon, though, that had to stay. 

Plus, ungh, it's just really hot, come on. 

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GIRL!STILES YES PLEASE! All of your writing is sooo good, but I picked "how many of the people in your bed are there only because I had you first? The very first, wasn’t I, Genim? No matter how many others you spread those pale thighs for, it will always have been me.”Blood rushes through him, the pound of his own heartbeat nearly drowning out the venom in Derek’s words.“You know what I remember the most? I remember how you were begging me to take you by the end of it."

This is from there's no room for innocence, and there's apparently also no room for capitalization in my fic titles. 

The royal AU started as a 100-word response to a tumblr prompt I got, that grew and grew and my brain refused to let die. My main consideration while writing it was "I'm pretty sure they could be meaner. What would be even more awful?" and half the comments from my beta are just "brb crying already/now/forever/i hate you." And then I posted it the day after Christmas. Like you do. 

So while I was scrabbling around in the dirt for things that would showcase how unbelievably terrible they are, it hit me. Maybe Derek took Stiles' virginity! And he's going to throw it in his face! Like a fucking asshole! 

There were times when I had to stop writing this piece because they were just so mean to each other. But there's something about it, isn't there? Most people never forget the first person they slept with, whether they're deserving of the memory or not. And the way Derek takes that sweet, naive enthusiasm Stiles must have had and twists it into something shameful... ugh, rip my heart out, why don't you? 

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I sort of want to put every line from every instalment of LTAS in here. TALK TO ME ABOUT THAT SERIES FOREVER. But I chose: "“You. Don’t. Get. To. Come.” Each word is punctuated with an equally sharp, heavy smack to Stiles’ ass, pale skin going rosy, the lines of Derek’s fingers starkly visible. Stiles rocks under the blows, Derek humming as he watches every muscle in Stiles’ body twitch. "

Oh god. This fic. This motherfucking fic (exactly where you like me) actually exists in two separate docs because I rewrote it so many goddamned times I finally gave up and started a new one. Working titles, for the record, are no orgasms for you and punishment. Bits got moved around so many times it was ridiculous, and seaboundandaimless nearly pulled her hair out betaing it for me, I think. 

But I love how it ended up. I adore the juxtaposition between their weekly library routine (SO. MUCH. DOMESTICITY) and the filthy sex. And then the filthier sex. 

And this visual is what really gets to me. It's one of my personal favorites, the way someone's handprint looks when it's rosy red across my ass. 

Sidenote: a couple lines after this, Stiles is informed that he doesn't want to know what his punishment would be if he breaks the rules. My note on that line: "what would it be? dude, idek"

Sidenote sidenote: SO, UM, LIKE, MAYBE GENDERSWAPPED GIRL!STILES FOR THE NEXT LTAS, WHAT DO YOU GUYS THINK?

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ugh I love your fics! It was very hard to choose a selection for this meme, but here we go...“Sooooo- what are you wearing?” Derek pulls his phone away from his ear, staring at the screen in disbelief. “You have the wrong number, Stiles.” He ends the call, asking himself- yet again- why he formed a pack full of teenagers. They may be college freshman now, but the idiocy lingers.His phone rings out in his pocket. And then rings again. And again.“Stiles. You have. The wrong. Number.”

Ahahahaha, you know what my first thought is when looking at this paragraph? That I still feel weird about the way "The Wrong. Number" is punctuated. It looks weird to me. 

Anyway. 

So this is from the opening paragraph of the first Let's Talk About Sex installment, fingertips have memories. It was the first straight-up PWP I ever wrote, and I love this series. It is my baby. And it came about entirely because I'd plowed through the entire Sterek phone sex tag in one night, and my only thoughts were NEED MOAR PHONE SEX. That's it, that's the genesis of my pornographic career. 

Is this the first time Stiles has drunk-dialed Derek? No, no it is not. It's not even the tenth time, which is why Derek's all exasperated, but, lbr, secretly fond. But mostly exasperated. (Most of the last few times have been Stiles working up the courage to try and get things started, which is what accounts for his rather abrupt lead-in this time.)

Also, this particular line "they may be college freshman now, but the idiocy lingers" is intended solely to make everyone grown-up so that I didn't have to fuss about age issues. Hooray for being legal!

This is way more fun than grocery shopping. You should all send me these <3