Djalmondbutter
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Man, she wasn’t ready to break the news to her papa it’s Christmas, the best day ever. Melanie sighed heavy, well more like yawned, she’s too young to bare bad news okay?
“Papa, I saw Daddy kissing Santa Claus!”
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“Gerard wanted me to think you were cruel—crueler than him, actually.”
Derek stood to his full height, taking a step closer to Stiles as he placed his thumb and forefinger against Stiles’ chin. He was gentle in his prompting—the gentlest he had been since the last time he had held Cora as a baby. “I would never make you hunt. I would never make you kill.”
Stiles blinked, his mouth partially parting. But he didn’t know what to say.
“I never wish that feeling on anyone,” Derek finally stated, dropping his hand from Stiles.
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Or Beauty and the Beast vibes, also known as the one where scarred, battle weary Prince Derek Hale is married by proxy to the adorable, bookworm scholar Stiles Stilinski.Bookmarked by Djalmondbutter
05 Dec 2025
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When Stiles stumbles on some information about wolf mating, he’s curious how many attributes werewolves share with real wolves. Unfortunately, Stiles knows from experience his curiosity is a very dangerous thing.
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27 Nov 2025
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“You know, it’s real creepy to lurk in a teenager’s bedroom in the middle—Jesus Christ,” he whispered, heart stuttering as Derek leaned close, unashamedly sniffing him.
"Do you want the bite?” Derek whispered, his breath ghosting over Stiles’ skin, raising goosebumps in its wake.
Stiles’ breath hitched, his shoulders going rigid. “What?”
“Do you… want the bite?” Derek murmured again, his hands settling firm and heavy on Stiles’ waist as he trailed his nose along the column of Stiles’ throat.
Stiles’ heart hammered against his ribs, his pulse loud in his ears—louder, maybe, to Derek. Every nerve in his body screamed at the proximity of Derek’s mouth.
His mind flashed back to earlier that night, to Peter’s cool touch on his wrist, that same smooth question slipping from his lips. Do you want the bite?
“I…” Stiles’ throat worked, words trembling out of reach. He did. He wanted it. Peter hadn’t been lying when he called him out on it.
But he was also terrified. The bite could kill him. His muscles shook with the weight of that truth.
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24 Nov 2025
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Stiles should have known that it would become a problem. From the moment he had knocked on Derek's door and let the sharp hazel eyes lazily drag onto the soft green sweater that Stiles had hastily thrown on because wearing one of his many graphic t-shirts with puns felt unprofessional, he had been gone.
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Derek struggles with self-esteem, Stiles struggles with keeping his emotional boner to himself and pasta makes SEVERAL appearances
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14 Nov 2025
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“You fattened me up,” I mumble around a big mouthful. She tuts and cleans my messy face with a napkin.
“I did, but it wasn't only me, was it? You were already getting plump from all that stress-eating. I just kicked things into gear, so to speak. You would have blown up without my help.”
“Not this much,” I correct her. I swallow noisily and lick the sauce off my lips. “I know I order a lot, but you were the one who started bringing me double.”
“And when did I force you to eat it all, Plumpy?” she laughs huskily and pinches my double chin. “It's easier to enable someone who's already very willing to be enabled.”
“Touché,” I laugh. She's right, she was just the sexy feeder cherry on the top of my gluttonous, plumping cake. I sigh dreamily as she presses the second tortilla against my lips.
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03 Oct 2025