He shifts back and forth on his feet and tries to psych himself up. He can do this. He’s a badass werewolf, he can totally tell Stiles that they accidentally got werewolf married because—because Stiles was thinking about him, and happened to give him a token of his, uh, affection under the silvery light of the last full moon. Platonic affection, Derek thinks sourly, so he doesn’t get why his wolf feels all warm and fuzzy and bonded all of a sudden.
Honestly, it’s like—why aren’t people accidentally getting werewolf married all the time, if it happens this easily?
After the election results come in, Stiles uses his long weekend to go visit Derek in Nevada because running away from all of life’s problems sounds like the best of all possible choices. Shenanigans ensue.
Derek didn’t look at all like Stiles expected. After all, he deliberately chose a school where being a nerd was cool, so he certainly wasn’t expecting his hotter-than-a-thousand-stars roomie to be an actual cool person. Derek has muscles, like everywhere, which he has a tendency to display in skin-tight, sleeveless t-shirts for bands Stiles has never heard of; his jeans are always tight and ripped too, and he has an impressive five-o’clock shadow, the tips of his jet-black hair dyed purple. And his eyes. Stiles is pretty sure he’s only seen eyes like that in comics, or on a movie screen, or in his freakin dreams. They’re somehow simultaneously all of the colors and none of them, transcending something so pedestrian and insignificant as words to encapsulate their beauty. Stiles would come to learn that he’s also wickedly smart, and he plays the guitar and speaks multiple languages, and his sunshine smile is even more alarming that his resting murder face.
Derek has recently succeeded in a lot of things. He has a job, he has a place with electricity and heck he even has netflix. What he has never succeeded at and probably never will is relationships. He’s a sad sack when it comes to love. This Valentines is nothing new.
This is the story of how Peter gets married without technically dating anyone.
“You can bring your boyfriend with you,” Talia says. Peter stops giving Henry more bits of dried fruit to stare at his sister “Boyfriend?” “Of course!” Talia gestures at Stiles who looks around behind him with wide eyes. “I’m sure the whole family would be interested in meeting your young man.”
Stiles never expected that helping an injured dog would result in him living out the plot of one of his novels. Now he’s accidentally married himself to the alpha of the esteemed Blackwood pack and hoping that Deucalion isn’t too good to be real.
Stiles and the pack visit Vegas to blow off some steam, only to wake up with no memory of the night before. After interrogating Peter for information they quickly realise that: Boyd is missing, a rival pack has declared a blood feud, hunters are on their trail …and, oh yeah, Derek and Stiles are married.
The real reason Stiles and Derek stopped sleeping with each other was because Stiles was the first to break the feelings dam. For Derek, love and sex were placed in two separate compartments, but for Stiles, love was 9chocolate and sex was peanut butter, and Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups were always his favorite candy.
He knew he’d fall head over heels in love with the wolf and he did. And he didn’t know if he could handle Derek not feeling the same way. So instead he agreed with Derek to remove chocolate, and add in the jelly of sarcasm and ribbing banter and jerking off alone.
But Stiles respected Derek and valued his friendship over everything else., he’d do anything for the wolf.
Oh, and he also just found out that he might have a twin brother that’s a porn star for Neckz&Throatz, but oddly… that’s the sidebar in this tale.
This week on Millionaire Matchmaker: Supernatural Edition - Derek Hale, a thirty-year-old millionaire venture capitalist and beta werewolf, finally gives into his sisters’ pressures to start dating again and reluctantly agrees to use the services of a supernatural matchmaker. Stiles Stilinski, at age twenty-five, just sold his start-up to Google for undisclosed millions, and ends up on a reality dating show when his true alpha best friend tries to help him get over his broken heart.
The last thing anyone expects is for the two eligible bachelors to fall in love with each other behind the scenes.
Kate Argent learns that Peter Hale has a letter, the contents of which, if known, would ruin her, and decides the best place to find it would be the hunting party arranged for the Whittemore-Martin engagement celebrations, but there are some issues with her plan, Peter has brought his nephew, the house is full of omega meaning everyone is watching everyone else, Lydia is not as happy with the engagement as her mother casting her eyes on someone else, her niece, who she’s meant to be chaperoning has eyes for a penniless Scottish Lord, and she’s not even sure that Peter brought the letter with him.
So I've been thinking about carpool karaoke with Harry lately and I was wondering if you could do a little blurb about it?? Like y/n and Harry on a road trip just singing every song that played and him laughing at how terrible of a singer you are but like still loving you. It should be so cute and fluffy that I wanna vomit ya know?? Love you!!
Susie you should write a blurb about Harry’s girl taking charge in the bedroom!
Joined these two. This was fun. Bit of a surprise in here. Haven’t written that scenario before. Enjoy.
The trip from Los Angeles to Las Vegas was around four hours. When Harry suggested a quick road trip and a weekend together in Vegas, you could hardly resist. It would be the only real time together the two of you had been able to get since his solo CD had been released.
His tour was slated to start in three weeks, this gig in Vegas was strictly a fan thing. The car was packed with the necessary food haul for a road trip though it was modified because both you and Harry were health freaks. So instead of the standard junk food there was a cooler full of water, fruit and a nut/berry concoction Harry swore was better than sex. You’d just have to see about that, you told him with wiggled eyebrows.
And you were off. The first hour had been easy conversation about all the things the two of you had missed about each other’s lives while Harry had been gone promoting. Your new job, his offer for his own record company, you made it to five mile runs without stopping, he’d graduated to being able to deadlift close to 350 lbs. It was discussions like these that you missed the most. Nothing important was being said yet everything important was being said. This was the good stuff. The things about Harry that no one else knew but you. Mundane details that were insignificant but made up who he was. All the reasons you loved him.
You thumbed through your Spotify, smiling to yourself when you connected your phone to his truck’s Bluetooth and turned on your roadtrip playlist.
Harry looked over at you,
“I made it special. When you suggested a roadtrip I knew we had to have music. What roadtrip is complete without music.”
I’ve been thinking about this post for awhile. @elkay723 knows I’m not often one for sappy sentimentality. But here goes…
This person accidentally stumbled in to my life through serendipitous happenstance. She was here for work. Conveniently staying literally at the end of the road leading to my neighborhood. So we had a run date and thai. And many more of both to follow.
We’ve been to Vegas twice. London. Paris. LA. NYC. Chicago. Florida (twice). We’ve road tripped to San Antonio. Also twice. We drank beer and watched an awkward proposal on the river walk. We cried over margaritas. Ate ice cream on my floor. Laughed so hard we cried more. We’ve ran so many miles together. A marathon. A bunch of halves–dressed as super heroes once. We danced in the desert (she danced. I moved awkwardly.)
I don’t know how to sum up the last year and a half except to say we’ve done a lot. We turned 30 together. And then 31–celebrating with a grand transatlantic adventure. Fuck. It’s been good. It’s been so fun.
You know that person you can be your authentic self with? Without fear that they’ll judge you but with the knowledge they’ll tell you what’s up…yeah, she’s that person for me.
I would say I’ll miss you (I will) but I’m sure we’ll be visiting each other plenty. (Note: I’m NOT going to Michigan in the winter. Texas has softened me and I’m not prepared for the cold. So we’ll have to meet below the mason dixon line from mid-November through March.)
So anyway, I’ve never been good at good-byes or endings. Yeah. See you soon. Tacos will miss you
Red Rock Canyon National Park is located 24km west of Las Vegas. It can be seen from the famous Las Vegas strip, and averages 2 million visitors a year. The area features large sandstone walls, that can rise as high as 910m, and are popular with hikers and rock climbers. The highest mountain in the area is La Madre Mountain, that rises to 2,485m high.
A one way road loops around the National park, allowing vehicle access. It is also a popular cycling route for bicycle tours. The area is also a conservation area for the Desert Tortoise. The Parks visitor centre houses 8 female and 2 male tortoise, who are used to educate visitors on conservation.
Las Vegas: my brain’s version of Ord Mantell, except the cars fly. So I picked it for our between-parks watering hole! I even saw someone dressed as Chewbacca! In 113 degree heat, even I think that’s nuts.
Warning: The following text contains NSFW content DONT READ IF YOU DONT LIKE THIS STUFF.
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Jai and I are on a road trip to Las Vegas. We’re going to meet up with Beau and Daniel who’s already there because they took a plane. Since I don’t like planes, Jai was generous enough to drive the both of us from LA all the way to Las Vegas.
“I’m so bored” Jai whines while driving. “Not my fault in a way.” I joke. “I know it’s not, anything for my beautiful girlfriend.” He says to me. “Aww you’re so sweet.” I say blushing.
Jai turns on the radio and a Justin Timberlake song comes on. “Oh my god this is my stuff!” I say. I start dancing in my seat and singing along with the song. “Take back the night!” I sing. “Jai sing with me!” I laugh.
He starts singing and dancing with me then I pull out my phone to post it on snapchat. Jai being the silly boy he his, he started singing in a deep voice making the video funnier. After 2 hours of listening to music and pulling over to get food I’m tired. It’s 10 pm and I’m soo exhausted.
“Why don’t you go to sleep?” Jai suggest. “No I don’t want you being lonely.” I say. “I’ll be okay, if I get lonely I’ll just FaceTime my mum or Luke or beau someone i don’t know.” He laughs. “Okay.” I say before laying the seat all the way back and laying down on my side. “Goodnight Jai.” I say. “Goodnight princess.”
“Babe wake up, we’re here.” Jai says shaking me lightly. I grumble before sitting up slowly. “What time is it?” I ask. “It’s 4 in the morning.” He tells me. “Goodmorning babe.” I say before kissing him. “Y/n want to do something?” He ask. “Like what.” I say to him.
“Climb to the back of the car.” He says. I get to the back of the car and wait for him to come next to me. “Remember when you said you wanted to try Car sex? I’ve been horny for a while now.” He says laughing. “Yeah let’s do it, but while anyone hear us?” I ask. “Maybe not but we’ll be quiet just to be sure.
He grabs my face and kisses me passionately. Our mouths move in sync, his tongue begging for entrance which I immediately give him. I place my right hand inside his shorts and palm his bulge. "Fuck y/n.” He moans into the kiss. I break the kiss to take off my shirt which he does the same.
He pulls down his shorts along with his boxers and strokes himself waiting on me to finish getting undressed. He reaches his hand to touch my sensitive spot causing me to moan. He starts rubbing me and then slides to fingers inside me.
“Who made you this wet?” He says, his accent heavy. He starts to curl his fingers every time he pumps his fingers in me. He can tell whenever I’m about to speak because he would go faster so I’m no able to. “I said who makes you this wet y/n?” He says.
“Y-you Jaiii” I moan. He removes his hand for me and moves me so I’m laying on my back in the little space we have. He spreads my leg so that he can put his face in between them. “Remember we have to be quiet babe.” He says and I nod. He begins licking my clit in the familiar pattern. “Oh fuck Jai yes.” I moan. His tongue against me feels amazing, and causes my moans go get louder by the second.
“Shh babe.” He chuckles to himself. “Jai don’t stop” I beg. He begins pumping his fingers in me until I almost cum. “Come here.” He says sitting down again. He pats his lap, Jai wants me to ride him.
I sit on top of him and place him near my entrance. Slowly, I slide down his length. Jai’s hands are on my ass following the up and down motion I’m doing on him. I start to ride him faster. “Fuck y/n you’re so tight.” He groans. “Jai you’re so big.” I moan.
Minutes pass before he moves me again to where I’m on my back. He has my right leg over his shoulder and he starts fucking me again.
“Jai faster!” I moan. Jai starts going faster than before, bringing us closer to our high. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck.” I moan before cumming. He came shortly after me
“Y/N, that was good.” He says smiling.
“Round 2 in the hotel room?” I smile back. “Let’s do it.” He says before kissing my lips