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[kiramessa]

alien-leftist replied to your post “Better news: Mom’s taking me back to the walk-in clinic tomorrow. I...”

crossing my fingers that it's just an easily-treatable ulcer <3

same i will weep tears of relief if they finally fuckin figure out wtf to do with me

[raisesomehale]

Help I need to stay away from your blog???? (Not really) archiveofourown org/works/1188798

SHE WROTE ME FIC FOR THIS

AND ITS ADORABLE

IM SO HAPPY

[raisesomehale]

It's you, Derek Hale.

riva-of-dreams wrote me hairy/insecure!derek and it's the best thing ever I'll be squealing in the corner if you need me

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Derek is curled over him on his knees, mouth working at drawing as many moans from Stiles as he can. He follows the line of his throat back up to his mouth, blunt teeth catching at his fucking distracting bottom lip. He slides a jean-clad thigh between Stiles’ legs and holds it still, huffing with delight as Stiles lets out a choked moan and ruts against Derek, slender fingers burying themselves in the sheets.

Derek nudges at his jaw with his nose, kissing up the sharp line until he can capture a sensitive ear in his mouth. Stiles shudders against him, pushing at his chest and forcing Derek into a kneel.

He tugs at Derek’s shirt with a breathless, “Off,” and Derek starts to comply after an initial spike of hesitation. He tosses his shirt on the floor, slowly finding Stiles’ gaze, where it’s fixed on his chest. His shoulders curl in a little as he takes in Stiles’ open mouth. Surprise. Disappointment. Disgust. He swallows heavily before pushing forward, trying to distract the brown-haired beauty by kissing him, but Stiles just pulls back after a moment.

“No, wait, Derek-” he starts, hands pressed against tan shoulders and eyes roaming over the werewolf’s chest. Derek’s gaze keeps flickering to him and away, a little worried at what he's seeing. He knows - he knows - that most people are squeamish over body hair, he meant to have it taken care of, but Stiles, as always, was as unpredictable and unstoppable as usual.

“I’m sorry,” Derek cuts in, “I didn’t get a chance to-”

“No, Derek, this,” Stiles says, hands dipping down and circling through his pecs, circling through the hair that’s grown there. “This, I like.” Stiles brushes at his Derek’s nipples with his thumbs and grins when he arches into the touch. His touch trails down Derek’s abdomen, the backs of his fingers running through the hair that dips into his pants.

“Can I?” he asks, and Derek nods and continues nodding as Stiles undoes his jeans and starts to pull them down. After Derek wriggles out of his pants and tosses them on the floor, he turns to find Stiles sitting in his boxer briefs and smiling at Derek like he’s the fucking world. Derek meets him halfway for a kiss that starts out with Stiles licking into his mouth and pushing at his shoulders until Derek’s lying down and breaks when Stiles grin spreads too wide. He runs his hands up Derek’s legs as he slides up them to settle in his lap.

Stiles curls over Derek to stretch his neck to press kisses to his collarbone until he stops to rub his nose against Derek’s sternum, and then rubbing his cheek against his chest hair.

“Stiles,” is all Derek can get out before he’s hauling Stiles up for a kiss that he tries to pour his feelings into, all the gratitude and fucking love into until Stiles is out of breath and huffing against his cheek, fingers running through Derek’s beard as his hips move against Derek, up to press his straining erection against Derek’s torso, and back down to let the werewolf rub and thrust up against his ass.

Derek mouths at Stiles’ neck as he starts to pant out, “If you - hah, remove a single hair from your - fucking body, I will - hnng, cut off my hair and transplant it to your body. Where-wherever you remove it,” he punctuates with a roll of his hips and a beautiful keen against the corner of Derek’s mouth.

“Okay,” Derek smiles, eyelids fluttering closed, against Stiles’ mouth. “Okay.”

[kiramessa]

I personally enjoy this spam you're having. I'm not even a gamer per say, I'm the occasional sit down to play a game every now and again when friends bring in updated game consoles to college. But other than that, I don't get to game often. But when I was younger I used to play PS 1 games and it brings me back a little. Because it's so nice to see Sony hasn't fucked up the way Microsoft has. Microsoft alienated it's users, and frankly Microsoft can piss off. So continue the spam its fun to watch

[forallmyheart]

CONGRATULATIONS FOR COMING OUT! *THROWS CONFETTI IN YOUR FACE*

omg anon you are the most adorable thank you omg