whynuhai said: yes YES derek being reluctantly, bashfully aroused by the sheriff, by being shown concern & given orders, by calling him *sir*. EXACTLY WHAT I WANTED. after being betrayed (kate&peter) or left behind (parents, laura) by every significant grown up in his life, he doesn't know who to look up to. he's suddenly the adult in a group of kids and constantly struggling/failing to meet his own expectations. he wishes laura, at least, was still here to ask. but then there's the sheriff: strong, steady....






also the thought of sheriff never really seeing derek in *that* way before. like the hale boy was just a poor kid he knew on paper, someone he sighed heavily about when he came up in files, but not someone he thought about often. then he came back gruff& broad& *mean*,apparently, according to stiles. a potential convict, even. it’s still a while, even after the charges are dropped, before the sheriff starts thinking that derek’s probably not a bad kid. a little awkward, posturing when he’s at a loss (often). he just needs some guidance. he knows how to take orders. shows respect and calls him ‘sir’, flushing a bit in a way that the sheriff thinks is a bit sweet. he doesn’t notice the looks derek casts at him from under his lashes, just that derek storms out sometimes, ears red, when peter snickers at him for some unknown reason. but the sheriff doesn’t blame him, peter’s an asshole. derek has a lot on his shoulders for a kid his age.


Yeah he would not even THINK it. like, he’s at that pragmatic adult age where you don’t even notice handsome young men like Derek because that’s absurd. It’s not even something you’re concerned about or at all tuned into. The sheriff would also just be so used to being a bachelor now, he’s all rusty when it comes to that stuff. 

(Maybe one night at dinner Stiles says something off-handedly about how Derek is really stupidly hot and the Sheriff would frown and then raise both his eyebrows like “huh, I guess so.”)

…then he’s getting his cock sucked off by the damn kid, so gorgeously, and it’s the sexiest thing that’s happened to him in years. He shakes with the stimulation, belt clicking against the bathtub side until he slaps a hand on the wall and comes with a loud, low sound (to Derek moaning in pleasure at the spurt in his mouth). 

And then Derek would settle back licking the corner of his mouth, body all lazy, eyes all orgasm-sleepy. And the Sheriff would be a wreck, uniform shirt twisted on his chest, pants gaping and loose on his thighs, body flushed red EVERYWHERE.

It would spark something protective in the Sheriff. Like some instinct to take care of Derek would get all riled up. 

He’d have his son to worry about (and Scott. And Melissa). And then he’d have Derek. He’d be in Derek’s corner. He’d give Chris Argent a mouthful. He’d be his back up, gun on his hip, face grim. 

He’d take the kid to bed and give him everything he needs. Mostly his cock, which Derek sometimes gets so impatient for, he sucks at it through the Sheriff’s underwear and then drags the waistband down by his teeth. 

Mostly his cock,

and he’s heard both scott and stiles joke and call derek an old bearded creeper. he used to question it too, like, isn’t he a little old to be hanging around with you guys, stiles? give derek the stern flat brow of disapproval (to which the kid would always fidget, look away).

but now that he’s in the loop, got the kids to spill what was going on, he still doesn’t agree with most of derek’s decisions. but honestly, he doesn’t really agree with any of the kids’ decisions. but they were all trying their best. and that’s what derek is, a kid.

and when he closes his eyes and thinks of derek as he’s seen him now. starved for touch, affection. approval most of all. lashes casting long shadows on pale skin, eyelids glossy and dark from exhaustion. the echo of the boy’s muffled whimper around his dick against the bathroom tiles, water sloshing over the rim of the tub with his body’s desperation.

ugh yessss. 

There would be so much touching and praise, so much approval and good, calloused hands soothing him. And then sterning up on his shoulder and in his hair when Derek is shaking apart and needs to be held firmly. 

One weekend Stiles is out of town on a college visit with Scott and Derek is in the Sheriff’s bed all day long. Like, near 2 in the afternoon, the Sheriff chuckles dryly, glasses skewed on his nose, newspaper a mess between bouts of good sex, and is all “Jesus, I haven’t done anything like this since my twenties.”

And Derek is all stretching, just lounging in it, body good and a loose from being fucked, face all soft. Derek’s like a cat in bed with him, curled up around his hip and cat-napping and then stretching, sometimes baring his claws, yawning. Just soaking it up. 

The Sheriff reads his newspaper for a long while and then rolls it and taps the kid on his hip and Derek’s mouth flashes with a grin as he turns eagerly onto his stomach, even hitches his hips up a little, hairy thighs spread. 

And the Sheriff sighs and puts a hand in his hair (almost every time he does this, restrains Derek with a hand in his hair) and mounts him, settles deep into the hot mess he already made inside him twice already, groaning. He’s not made to be fucking this much but the kid gets him so hot under the collar.

He puts his free hand to the kid’s meaty shoulder and just takes an orgasm out of him, knocking little breathless whimpers out of Derek. Derek always begs him for the bite near the end, arching his neck, but the Sheriff hasn’t yet. He just drags his hot palm there and squeezes, growls “quiet now.”

After, he tugs the kid into his arms and they sleep, all mussed and sweaty, still hours to go before Stiles comes home.

god. gooooddddddddddd

how derek preens when he makes the sheriff sweat, makes the man’s body loose and fucked out while derek luxuriates in it. he smiles privately against the sheriff’s stomach when he tells him how remarkable he is, what they’re doing is. the sheriff hasn’t done anything like this since his *wife*. he turns his head and looks up at john, says softly, ‘no one takes care of me like you’ and presses his rough cheek into the sheriff’s hand when he reaches for him.

derek fits the mold of a typical older bad boy. it’s not hard to see it through the eyes of teenagers. they see the leather jacket, his thick build, a sleek muscle car and a scowl. they don’t see how smooth his skin still is. how easily he bends, how flexible. how sensitive he still is to a good fuck. he’s so young and strong. so eager to please and impatient, humping at the bed and the sheriff’s leg as he mouths at john’s spent cock again

the sheriff runs his hand over the inked triskele, down along his back. moves away from the boy despite his protests and slips his fingers into his cleft. rubs over his hole as he murmurs, “i got you, sweetheart. i’m not up yet, but i can still fill you” and derek moans, lifts his ass, feeling like such a needy kid, getting hard for the umpteenth time, but also feeling allowed to just not care. knowing that the sheriff is capable of  handling him. high on the feeling of being able to trust himself in someone’s hands.


Oh god. 

Like people might assume that the Sheriff is the one glutting himself on all that young flesh, but it’s him in bed who groans “You’re gonna have to give me a breather, kiddo, I’m not near ready for that—” Who gets himself all in a sweat trying to provide for Derek. Who stays up late with a book, waiting up just in case Derek swings in his window with those wild eyes and starts stripping out of his clothes. 

Like maybe one time he puts his hand firmly to Derek’s nape while he’s trying to calm him and the thing it DOES to Derek makes him feel helpless. There is something this kid needs, needs bad, and he’s just barely getting it. Barely giving it. He’d do some research about werewolves and mating and he’d also read about D/s relationships like…he doesn’t even know, but Derek needs a firmer hand than he’s ever given anyone before. 

sanguinarysanguinity said: Elementary, Joan and Sherlock, bodyswap.


One minute, Joan was in her room with her noise-canceling headphones in, because even though she didn’t begrudge Sherlock his parade of willing and wanton bed partners, she had no desire for their cries to form the soundtrack to her latest writing attempt; the next, she was kneeling on the floor with her hands behind her back tied to her ankles, and Mistress Felicia was looming over her.

Felicia’s hand was raised in a slap and Joan flinched back, body feeling strangely large and hypersensitive, but before her hand connected Felicia paused, examining Joan closely. “Color, Mr. Holmes?”

Joan opened her mouth, wondering how to explain this, when there was a crash and the sound of feet pounding down the stairs. The door burst open and Joan’s body was there, eyes wild. “Euglassia Watsonia! Euglassia Watsonia! Red light, Mistress, red light!”

Joan knew she should be freaking out, should be demanding to know what the hell happened — what the hell Sherlock must have done, because really, this sort of thing never happened to anyone but Sherlock — but her brain stalled out on one detail.

"You use my bees as a safeword?!?”


I will not ask your forgiveness because what I have done to you is unforgivable. I was so lost in hatred and revenge. Sweet Aurora, you stole what was left of my heart, and now I’ve lost you forever. I swear no harm will come to you as long as I live, and not a day shall pass that I don’t miss your smile. — The Curse of Maleficent: The Tale of Sleeping Beauty


I will not ask your forgiveness because what I have done to you is unforgivable. I was so lost in hatred and revenge. Sweet Aurora, you stole what was left of my heart, and now I’ve lost you forever. I swear no harm will come to you as long as I live, and not a day shall pass that I don’t miss your smile. — The Curse of Maleficent: The Tale of Sleeping Beauty

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It’s always a pleasure to draw this character. Great choice, anon :D


My dad would tell me that when we were little and people would say to him “wow, four daughters, that’s a lot of weddings to pay for” (because traditionally the bride’s family would pay for the wedding), my dad would respond with “well, we’re hoping at least one of them will be gay so we can split the cost with the other bride’s family”
He said people never knew how to respond

But they were stolen from me.

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Kiesza - Giant In My Heart


[Image: A portrait of Sarah Manning; she looks concerned.]

Sarah Manning


[Image: A portrait of Sarah Manning; she looks concerned.]


Sarah Manning

I was not trying to be shocking, or to be a pioneer. I wasn’t trying to change society, or to be ahead of my time. I didn’t think of myself as liberated, and I don’t believe that I did anything important. I was just myself. I didn’t know any other way to be, or any other way to live. ~ Bettie Page

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