I drabbled! A pure impulse one.

Ashes to Ashes

Peter is like mountain ash. Deadly, poisonous, and when it’s living green, beautiful.

Stiles knows it. Can’t bring himself to care. Not with Peter’s fingers grinding deep into a place Stiles had never realized had so many possibilities for making him howl, making space for his cock, not when Peter’s instructions, lewd, explicit, are everything he’s been waiting to hear his whole fucking life.

He tastes blood where he’s bitten his lip, arches his ass just so, and grins with delight at Peter’s hiss of pleasure.

He’s no werewolf. He’ll take the risk.

It’ll only kill him if Peter leaves.
Impromptu, spur of the moment drabble.

Paint Box

Derek’s world is black and white and red all over. Blood drips from his fight-wounds, paint box colors, scarlet, vermillion, crimson, and Stiles , unnerved, anxious, watches the holes close up like magic (no, it is magic, duh) leaving the red behind (one day the spell won’t work and Derek won’t stop bleeding).

The scuffs and grazes sex leaves on his skin darken as the blood wells up waiting for Derek’s tongue to taste and lick, wet and warm, disturbing, gross (hot).

But the tears Stiles cries, sometimes, just sometimes, when it’s all too fucking much run clear, salt-clean.

For now.
Title Stay
Author [personal profile] janedavitt
Web page Jane's Stories
Pairing Derek/Stiles
Rating NC17
Length 2037
Spoilers/Warnings None

Stay )
Title Shifting
Author [personal profile] janedavitt
Web page Jane's Stories
Pairing Derek/Stiles
RatingG
Length 100 words
Spoilers/Warnings None

Shifting

In the daylight, watching a fly buzz helplessly against the window, a teacher’s voice droning, Stiles tells himself werewolves don’t exist and half-believes it.

Then he sees Scott turn to look at that fly, head tilted, eyes glinting gold, and his world does a kaleidoscope shift, settling back into a nightmare, a horror movie he can’t pause.

This is his life now. Even in sunlight, it’s a world tinted red.

And the sun will set and he’ll be standing outside a haunted house, reeking of smoke and death, and he’ll knock and… run?

No.

Derek’s inside.

He's worth screaming for.
Title
Author [personal profile] janedavitt
Web page Jane's Stories
Pairing Derek/Stiles
Rating PG
Length 100 words
Spoilers/Warnings None

Couldn't resist one tiny little drabble even if I haven't finished watching S2 yet.


Silenced

The first time Derek kisses Stiles, it’s to shut him up. Stiles is loud, in his face, and this close to full moon, it’s unendurable.

Instinct takes over, but it’s his mouth, not his fist, that collides with Stiles’ lips, crushing them until they yield silence, and soften.

He can feel unsaid words push those lips into shapes his mouth twists back into a kiss, can hear the stutter-thud of a heartbeat, but what matters is the silence.

Stiles leaves running, eyes shocked wide, mouth slicked wet, but he was hard before the kiss ended.

He’d better come back quietly.
janedavitt: (Default)
( Aug. 25th, 2012 04:53 pm)
Okay, we finished watching S1 last night.

episode thoughts )
janedavitt: (Default)
( Aug. 21st, 2012 07:40 pm)
Why is everyone suddenly talking about this show when it's had two seasons? Did the slash hit critical mass or something?

I couldn't take it and the Hey, Don't Judge Me recap lured me in (here, so funny), so I got the first episode today, watched it without E who was worried it would be too gory, assured her it wasn't and caught her up in about ten seconds and we blew through episodes 2-4 this afternoon.

DO NOT SPOIL ME.

few thoughts )
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