There are less torturous things than to live under the same roof with Derek Hale (and his entire family) - it's just that Stiles can't think of any right now.
Kinktober day 5
- Part 5 of Kinktober
Dirty, messy boys banging.
Derek’s brain begins to catch up. “Are you talking in my head?”
“Then what are you doing?”
“I possessed you.”
Derek bares his fangs. He growls out his words. “Get the fuck out of me.”
If Derek didn’t know any better, he would have said the demon or whatever parasite is in him had whimpered. “Shit, man.” The thing sounded offended, what the fuck? “I just needed a host to stay in for a while. Mine is a little, uh, damaged. And I can’t go back yet.”
- Part 24 of From Tumblr
“Could you do me a favor, Stiles?”
“Anything!” The response was overjoyed enthusiasm, something only an innocent child could possess.
“Could you take this out to Derek? See if he’d like to eat something?”
The child was quiet for a moment. “I don’t think he wants food, Dad.”
The sheriff inhaled sharply, Derek could hear his surprise.
The child continued. “Food tastes bad. After.”
Derek heard the sheriff swallow. “Offer it anyway. Make sure he takes the water.”
“Okay,” the child agreed, and the office door creaked open. Derek’s eyes shot back down to the floor.
- Part 7 of Sterek Week '16