❛ ɪ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ᴘᴀᴄᴋ.

You know what's coming, don't you?

[nervousnotion]

What were you thinking, the moment he was dead, and there was no saving him?

One word: good

[theodvre]

wolfgroupie:

                    ❛ THEO– ❜ his voice sounds unmistakably frantic as he realizes the other’s hand is about to GO WHERE IT WASN’T SUPPOSED TO ( not here, oh, god, at least ). lips purse together but that doesn’t hold back the sound of trapped NEED that doesn’t leave his mouth. the pressure at his throat already causes him to feel the slightest bit lightheaded because shit– he’d been holding his breath too. CONTROL——– maybe… he didn’t WANT to be in control. when theo STOPS touching him, a string of vivid insults formulate, ready to pelt the other male but instead a gasp leaves his lips as he feels his knees hit the ground. stiles lets out a frustrated noise, then SNEERS up at theo. ❛ i… ❜ nimble fingers trace up the zip on theo’s jeans, only to unbutton SLOWLY. ❛ …fucking… ❜ he wants this. either to be over with or not to end, stiles wasn’t sure; all he knows is that he wants it– he wants this and ignores the self-loathing that comes with it.  ❛ —HATE. ❜ patience isn’t one of his virtues. with a rough yank, theo’s jeans are off of his hips and a low growl creeps up stiles’ throat without meaning to. then, fingers wrap tightly around his length and stiles is glaring up when his tongue flicks TEASINGLY over the head of theo’s cock. ❛ …you. ❜

              theo watches him with nothing but HUNGER in his eyes, and he digs his teeth into his lower lip as stiles makes quick work of his jeans. he sucks in a sharp breath when he hears the growl, feeling himself grow harder in the boy’s firm grip. leaving one hand in his hair, he rests the other against the wall above him for support. ❛ oh, stiles. ❜ it spills out of his mouth like a low moan, and he manages a smirk. the mere thought of stiles actually, REALLY hating him is enough to coax a spiteful laugh out of theo’s mouth. he shakes his head down at him. ❛ you couldn’t HATE me if you t r i e d. ❜ his voice is firm, unwavering. it isn’t long until he loses his composure, and he pulls at the boy’s hair, pulls his face closer until the head of his cock is rubbing against his lips. ❛ open your mouth, ❜ he demands, the words leaving his mouth in a STRAINED & MANGLED growl.  ❛ before i open it for you. ❜

[theodvre]

boosterish:

                ❝   why  are  the  hot  ones  always  crazy  or  evil?   ❞

             ❛ what are you talking about, mason? i’m neither of those things. ❜

[theodvre]

skullshatter:

                  ❝   well,   if  what  i’ve  been  hearing  is  true,   you’ve  come  to  recruit  me.   let’s  hear  the  sales  pitch.   ❞

          ❛ well, you weren’t exactly my first choice -- but i suppose you’re just as valuable as the next washed up alpha. you see, recruiting my ideal pack didn’t exactly have the best success rate. their alpha just wouldn’t stay dead. tell me----how attached are you to your little friend scott?  ❜

[theodvre]

okay so im talking to luke and.. did you fuck them ? they told me to ask you omg sdfimgofgd

oH my god adglkjsdg i canT BElieve thsi ......??

more like they fucked me but yeah its tru tho rip 

wolfgroupie fukcign explain urself.....why r u doing this ... u just enjoy makin me blush u pos .. ily.

[theodvre]

                   & i’ve grown familiar with V I L L A I N S                                                              that live in my head.

[alphalewolf]

[thegenesisrhapsodos]

Why would I apologize for being a monster? Has anyone ever apologized for turning me into one?

(via thegenesisrhapsodos)

[theodvre]

                   & i’ve grown familiar with V I L L A I N S                                                              that live in my head.

[theodvre]

wolfgroupie:

                  god, would he just SHUT UP ? suddenly the other male is pulling him and of course he resists; he doesn’t want to go anywhere with this asshole– he doesn’t want to leave his dad’s SIDE. ❛ –let GO, what are you– ❜ the door shuts behind them both and before stiles can further protest, his back hits cold hospital room wall. eyes flick back to the door—-DID HE LOCK IT ? were there locks even ON these things?  ❛ Theo——– ❜ he sucks in a mouthful of air at the creatures’ exploring FINGERS, teeth gritting tightly together to hold back any noises when they wander over his zipper. this was hard. it was only slightly easier when stiles had been so  agonizingly IGNORANT to maybe listen to scott; to maybe give theo a fucking chance… but now, he knew. he knew he’d been right all along about theo RAEKEN being a lying piece of shit. unfortunately, it was hard to make any of that matter in the light of his… dirty talk. stiles hated it; he hated that he liked it.  ❛ i TOLD you, a-and i MEANT it: ❜ his breaths come noticeably short, either from a need to control himself at all or a desire to attempt to SHOVE theo off.  ❛ THAT’S NEVER HAPPENING AGAIN. ❜

                  a noise of approval spills out of his mouth as he hears his name on stiles’ tongue, and he knew it would be the first of many. the hand at his jeans began undoing the boy’s belt, and he smirks once more when he hears the STUTTER. he can tell that stiles is flustered. he scoffs before unbuttoning his jeans, reaching his hand lower until his fingers are wrapped firmly around his hard cock. he lets go of the boy’s hand, moving his own to his THROAT instead. ❛ you think you can r e s i s t me, stiles ? don’t kid yourself into thinking you have even an ounce of self control. ❜ tense fingers loosen & he pulls his hand out of his pants -- he didn’t really feel like he d e s e r v e s to get what he wants. not yet. he has to EARN it. theo grabs a fistful of the boy’s hair & sweeps his his feet out from under him, pushing stiles to his knees in front of him. ❛ i think you’ve done enough TALKING. ❜ he pulls stiles’ face against his crotch, a look of amusement on his face.

[dogundead]

▌▌❛ — i DARE the darkness to eat me FIERCELY. )

[theodvre]

—corey.

( && theodvre liked for a starter. )

    he’s been following his apparent alpha for what feels like HOURS and he’s not feeling any clearer about the entire situation. shirt still stained in mercury and hair matted with dirt, it’s only a matter of time before one of them has to say something - but he looks cautiously to the two girls to his right and the boy to his left - everyone else seems to be just as confused and S C A R E D and it’s likely that no one else is going to say anything either. so he opens his mouth, takes a few steps ahead of the others, ‘ hey, hey ! ‘ he shouts, trying to get  theo’s attention as he sucks up all the courage he can muster. ‘- are you going to tell us what’s going on ?!’ 

           theo is actually a bit surprised at the lack of resistance from his new pack. they’ve been following him blindly for a few hours now, without so much as a word of protest. they were only kids, though, so he couldn’t really be that surprised. FEAR can have quite the effect on someone. although things hadn’t really gone exactly as planned, he still feels like he won. even if it isn’t the pack he came for, at least he has one. there’s no way he would give up on the others, though -- not when there was so much to gain. there is strength in numbers, especially when it comes to packs. he has so much on his mind that he BARELY hears corey speak up. turning on his heel to face the four resurrected chimeras, he gives each of them a once-over. ❛ i know you’re all probably tired, or hungry, or maybe even a little scared --- and you should be. but not of me. i’m your ALPHA. trust me when i say that i’ve got your best interest at heart. ❜ 

[theodvre]

wolfgroupie:

                  stiles opens his mouth to formulate another on-the-spot string of IMAGINATIVE insults, but his words catch when the other steps close, theo’s mocking laugh still ringing in his ears. then, his skin loses an entire shade & his insides LURCH; no, that wasn’t right, his face was definitely getting hotter; cheeks brighter; jeans… well, he was just going to ignore that… along with the imagery that accompanied theo’s spoken FILTHY notion. how does he DO that? how does he maintain that fucking SMIRK whilst saying shit like THAT ? ❛ you fucking— ❜ stiles cuts off THIS IS WHAT HE WANTS, he reminds himself. control was what he’d always lacked, and with theo– it seemed non-existent. his knuckles are tingling, d e s p e r a t e for contact with the creature’s chiseled features. the corner of his mouth twitches with overwhelming irritation.  it takes him a moment to realize he tastes BLOOD at how hard he’s biting his tongue & stiles holding back is never a good thing. instead, he stays standing, feet locked in front of the door to his father’s room, ( protective ) and shoots a treacherously VIOLENT look at theo.  if stiles takes away the AMMUNITION, then maybe he’ll just… leave.

                  theo’s eyes wander to stiles’ reddening cheeks, and oh god, he LOVES the way it looks against his pale skin. ❛ & pretty soon, these cheeks won’t be the only ones turning red. ❜ his smirk never falters. the desperation that seems to ooze out of the other boy drives him CRAZY, and he can hardly control himself. so he doesn’t. despite the venomous look on his face, theo grabs his arm & pulls him into the empty hospital room ( forcefully ) right next to his father’s, practically dragging him. his resistance is getting old, he thought. perhaps now that he was away from the public eye, he wouldn’t be so stubborn. pushing stiles against the wall straight away, one hand travels downward while the other pins one of stiles’ by his head. he rubs at his still tightening jeans, over the obvious bulge growing in his pants.  ❛ hmm, your body really isn’t making it very easy to DENY that you want this, stiles. you’re already so HARD for me. ❜ he licked his lips, raking over the boy’s body with hungry eyes. ❛ don’t you remember the first time you took my cock ? how much you LOVED it ? there’s a lot more room here than the back of your jeep -- i can fuck you so much BETTER. ❜

[theodvre]

—stiles.

          how fucking dare he. how fucking DARE he. here? in the hospital? his dad had barely survived, he’d barely made it, and the moment stiles steps out of his room he’s greeted with this? theo’s words slink into his heart like ice– they always do. he was definitely feeling something, aside from the STRESS and ANXIETY and the need for a fucking DISTRACTION. but— it can’t have been that. stiles refuses. stiles denies. fists clench and unclench at his sides and he leans back against the wall in an effort to appear collected… but that doesn’t keep venom from his words. ❛ theo ‘fuckwad’ raeken— if you don’t get out of my sight RIGHT NOW, i’m going to forcibly inject you with so much fuckin’ anesthetic you’ll be sobbing for your DEAD sister t’ come wipe up your spit and make you feel better. ❜

         of c o u r s e stiles denies it. he was expecting that much, despite the fact that the chimera could literally smell it on him. stiles wanted him-- NEEDED him. not in the ‘ i need you to comfort me ’ type of way, but in the ‘ i need you to fuck me until i can’t remember my own name ’ type of way. & he fully intends to give him what he wants--what he needs. he LAUGHS at the not so subtle jab about his sister before stepping closer to him, invading his personal space. ❛ i’d like to see you TRY. i’d be picking your trachea out of my teeth before you could even reach the syringe. when i’m done with you, stiles -- you’ll be sobbing for your DEAD MOTHER to wipe up the drool and cum that’ll be spilling out of your swollen, u s e d mouth. ❜

[theodvre]

wolfgroupie:

friendly reminder that theo raeken is only 5′7″, hes a smol little man, u can beat him up easily HES A SMOL LITTLE , JUST. SO SMOL, EASY TO BEAT UP. TRUST ME

i bet isaac can’t even see him

[theodvre]

—stiles.

          bright eyes catch the movement at his mouth– how could they not ? no, he was angry– he was furious. stiles wanted to wrap his fingers around theo’s trachea and SQUEEZE until he saw BLOOD. ( but something told him that theo would like that. ) ❛ you tries to KILL scott. you’ve made my life hell for WEEKS. tell me, if it’s not fucking fear or anger then what is it ? ❜

         theo listens to him quietly, intently. the anger is clear in his features, like the way the veins on the side of his neck strain, making them more prominent. he might have traced his tongue over them if he was close enough. he sighs at the misunderstanding that stiles still holds over the situation. ❛ scott was in the way -- what do you care, anyway ? didn’t you two BREAK UP after he found out you MURDERED donovan ? ❜ he laughs, his intentions mocking. ❛ it was for the best, in my opinion. it’s not like you ever really NEEDED him. ❜ he ponders stiles’ question for a moment, searching for the right words. the words that would provoke the animal inside of him. ❛ don’t tell me you don’t FEEL it, stiles -- how hot you are for me. you can deny it all you want, but i can smell it on you. if only your father could see you now -- all hot & bothered for the very person who nearly ENDED his life. ❜

[theodvre]

        ❛ your heartbeat’s rising, stiles. ❜ 

theo pauses for a moment, listening to the sound as a wicked grin spreads across his face. there was no fear, just ANGER ---- but there was something else, too. something familiar. it is the slightest hint of... arousal. he breathes him in, his tongue tracing  over his lower lip way too slowly ---- calculating. 

        ❛ & it’s not because you’re afraid. ❜