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“Can’t you tell me what you want?” Perhaps it came out a little tired, a little annoyed, a little gruff, but it was just Stiles’ salary that would go to shit if the guy hung up.
“I don’t know.”
Oh. Okay. “You don’t know what you want, sir?” Stiles asked. This time, he made sure to make his voice light and sweet. “That’s okay. We can figure it out together.”Or the one where Stiles is a phone sex operator and his first repeat client is the silent, broody type.
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10 Feb 2026
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I don’t need to reread this but I want to acknowledge it was a well written story, long as it is
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Stiles needs a smoke. He ends up at Derek's with the promise of one. When Stiles finds Derek's particular mix a little too strong, Derek tries shotgunning to make it less intense. It doesn't quite work. Takes place sometime, any time, during or after season three (mentions of Stiles's hair and Derek's new apartment).
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03 Feb 2026
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Kink MeMe fill for prompt: "Boys in Knickers/Underage"
Mostly just fluffy, humorous porn with my attempts at Dirty-Talking Derek and Likes-It-Rough Stiles. Established relationship, 17-year-old Stiles and who-the-hell-knows-how-Jeff-does-math Derek.- Language:
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01 Feb 2026
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“Is this your way of telling me to get the show on the road? Cause here I thought it was my birthday,” Stiles sighs, straightening up and inadvertently grinding his hips harder against Derek’s.
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01 Feb 2026
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Stiles watches him for a long beat before responding, taking in the sharp lines of his bearded jaw and the strong tendons of his neck that lead down to the soft, dark chest hair peeking out of his dark green v-neck. He’s captivating, so blindingly gorgeous it hurts to look at him. “Well, congratu-fuckin-lations to Lydia and Jackson,” he finally says, remembering how that chest hair feels against his tongue.
He thinks he sees something like a smile flash across Derek’s face, so he leans closer, heart racing even faster. His crossed arms brush against the soft leather of Derek’s jacket and he clenches his fists tighter, itching to grab at it and pull him in. “Did you want something,” he asks, voice whiskey-dark, watching how Derek’s eyes fall to his mouth as he speaks.
“Yeah,” Derek whispers throatily, barely loud enough for him to hear. “Yeah, Stiles, I want something.”
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- Part 2 of That's Why He Lets Him In
Bookmarked by psychwardsocks
28 Jan 2026