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Smut Picture Prompt Meme

SIMILAR TO THE PICTURE PROMPT MEME ONLY FOR NSFW/SMUT PROMPTS INSTEAD
i. COMMENT WITH CHARACTER
ii. OTHERS LEAVE A PICTURE (OR TWO OR THREE....)
iii. REPLY TO THEM WITH A SETTING BASED ON THE IMAGES.
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ѕтιleѕ | тeen wolғ | oтa
No clues, just gifs
ok ok i hope this is okay.
[ It comes out a little breathless, Stiles' voice taking on a reverent tone that he hasn't really made before. He thinks about all the time that Derek spent elsewhere, travelling to deal with the pain of everything they'd been through, thinks of how he missed him. And now here he is, right in front of Stiles again. Maybe they can't ever outrun each other. Maybe they're always going to bounce back like elastic. He doesn't know. He doesn't care. Derek is here.
Of course, he's naked from the waist up, his chest heaving as he breathes. The metal around his wrist keeps him secured to the bedpost and Stiles feels the corner of his mouth lift up. They're stolen but a lot of things between them have been stolen. ]
Okay, remember you have to have a safeword.
going to caually pretend gmail didn't hide this
He's aggravating and infuriating and absolutely intoxicating. And when after everything, after Jennifer he needs to be able to trust someone, it's Stiles who's slipping the handcuffs around his wrists. He tests them, tugs against them. He could break them with enough effort, but it would have to be intentional, and that's not the point. The point is that he can trust him, that he can stay stop and he will.
The point is that Stiles wont hurt him like everyone else has.]
Lemon.
[Maybe it's not imaginative, but he just wants something easy. He almost can't believe they're really doing this, but that just makes his skin warm as his green eyes look over Stiles. He wants this, maybe needs it. He arches an eyebrow like an unasked question, like an invitation.]
gdi gmail
[ He shifts closer on his knees, fingertips against Derek's cheek, running light over his jaw and then tucking underneath his chin. He lifts, pressure a little insistent but not rough, enough that Derek has to look at him. He figures Derek would anyway. ] And if I do something you don't like all you have to do is say lemon and I'll stop, okay?
Because I want this to be good, sour wolf. You have to let me know if it isn't.
just gonna casually pretend this isn't ancient
I'll say it, I'll let you know if something isn't working.
[He swallows, looking into his eyes, and the words he says aren't the hardest words, but they're still a concession, they still mean something.]
I want you, Stiles.
i will also pretend >.>
I'm gonna make this good for you. [ Trailing a hand down his bare chest, over his pecs as Stiles' fingers find his nipple and gives a tweak. ]
I'm gonna make sure it feels so damn good because you need it and I need it and we should have what we need, right? That's only fair.