SKIN ON SKIN
TeenWolf – SterekRating:
Probably going to 15,000 at the end.Warnings:
Violence. Triggering for noncon. Actually Dubcon. Underage (Stiles is 17 yoa).Beta Babes:
Elsecarlass & BirthsisterSpoilers:
Set in theoretical S4, some implications through S3aSummary:
Stiles takes a Blind!Derek home after they are pretty much outed to everyone. Established Stiles/Lydia relationship. Established Derek/Stiles friendship.Disclaimer:
Teen Wolf and all of the characters belong to someone else, MTV or Jeff Davis or assorted parent companies. I write this for the amusement of myself and other fans of the show and expect no compensation beyond fandom feels. Author's Notes:
Pressing on with this fic by popular demand. No longer a one shot. It is finished. Final part at the betas. As for the warnings...this is NOT a fic about noncon sex. We find Stiles trying to help Derek and getting mixed messages--from Derek and his own heart. I can see how the rough play in this, the violent persuasion, might trigger someone who has experienced real non-con. This isn't as serious as it might appear outside the world of Teen Wolf. Derek can do a lot of damage if he's unrestrained. He's being as gentle as his wobbly fight or flight instincts allow him to be. He doesn't mean to be hurtful. At all. He's just not a good communicator. And he is a werewolf. And he wants Stiles. Derek is a very dominant receiver. The threats are posturing. In other words, you have to consider his inner anxieties.
Find it on AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/975296/chapters/1936229
Stiles opened his blue tooth connection to tell Scott they were coming out. Then, he steered Derek through the door and across the hanger-like space of the main warehouse. Full of questions, the others rushed at them when they appeared. Derek shrank away from the fresh air and a multitude of vibrations. Running feet coming at him made him crouch low. He called out to Stiles but his words morphed into an inhuman snarl. His fangs appeared and he tensed for a defensive spring. Stiles felt his heart stutter. He dropped into an instinctively protective posture. If Derek bolted he could be seriously injured, even killed, by traffic or a fall into the river. He could kill someone.
“Whoa! Whoa!” Stiles yelled, down on one knee to shelter Derek even as he threw a hand up, warding off the closing pack. “Stop! Everybody stop!”( Read more... )