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Derek Hale || 23 || Pack Leader
“I’m the Alpha now!"
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Derek frowned as his eyes followed her hand and watched her rub her own arm. He knew exactly how real those dreams felt but he had no idea why she was having them. In his dreams, he was stuck in the Hale house with the rest of his family, and none of them were able to escape but he was the last to die. Forced to watch the rest of your family burn was almost worse than the burning of your own body, but he never forgot how horrible it felt.
"It was just a dream."
He didn't know what else to say. Derek wasn't one to be gentle about this kind of thing and after being so calm and patient with her earlier in which he didn't mind of course, his quota was filled for the day. So the soft gentle Derek was running thin, but that wasn't her fault. He just found it hard to trust.
Sighing softly, the older man pulled her into his chest. He didn't have the heart to simply let her suffer alone, so laying back down he pulled her closer until she was laying on top of him, head resting on his chest.
"Just try to go asleep again, I won't sleep until you do so nothing bad will happen."
Awkward Truces || geniuslydia
Lydia took a few more deep breaths as he rubbed circles into her skin, the soothing feeling bringing down the rate of her heart.
She turned to face the wall, staring blankly as she attempted to shake the images and feelings from her nightmare. He wasn’t angry, but he did want to know about her nightmare, and his tone implied that she should not lie to him.
"The fire."
Her tone was soft, too tired to think of a viable lie of her nightmares, they were all about the fire, and Peter. “I was burning." She reached up and rubbed her arm, remembering how it felt to burn, the smell of her own flesh invading her nose. It was terrible.
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Frowning down at her still, he let out a soft breath as she opened her eyes. At least she was awake, but as soon as she clung to him, he knew this wasn't over just yet. Rubbing small circles into her smooth skin, Derek dropped his gaze to hers and kept his voice calm and even.
"Don't apologize. It's usually me waking up like that. What was it about?"
It was a normal question but the tone of authority laced his voice once more. He urged her not to lie to him again and with a intense gaze, he hoped she wouldn't try to lie this time. He didn't have time for it and he wouldn't take it as her answer.
She was having nightmares. And it seemed, from the sheer intensity and her instantly apologizing afterward, this happened a lot. It didn't take much for him to guess what it was about...Peter. But he needed to hear it from her, he needed to know for sure before he brought up that part of her life.
Awkward Truces || geniuslydia
Lydia continued to toss and turn, heart thumping in her chest. She felt like she was burning, burning in a fire. But then she felt something on her arm, cool and it soothed her flaming skin.
She sucked in a breath and opened her eyes, panic still coursing through her veins. She sat up quickly and clutched at her torso, relieved to feel her painfully beating heart. She took a few deep breaths, eyes taking a few moments to adjust to the darkness. Then she remembered where she was, and she turned to look at the man beside her, his hand still cool on her arm.
"I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up."
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Derek was sleeping peacefully until he was woken but the shifting in the bed next to him. His first thought was that Lydia was getting up to sneak off into the middle of the night and while he would have objected she was free to do what she wished so he lay still, not wanting to make her regret her choice. But after a moment as the bed still creaked, his ears picked up another sound. Her voice. Lydia was muttering in her sleep and it sounded like she was frightened. Derek frowned and rolled onto his side, where he lifted himself on to his elbow as he peered down at her. Eyes adjusting to the darkness quickly, he stopped her. Covered in sweat and tossing in her sleep, Lydia looked terrible.
She looked scared out of her wits, so he gently touched her arm. Derek had no idea what to do in this situation but waking her would probably be the best, to end her suffering at least. Lightly shaking her, the older man kept his eyes trained onto her face, looking for any changes.
"Lydia. Wake up. It's just a dream."
Awkward Truces || geniuslydia
Lydia continued to brush her fingers along the planes of his torso, finding comfort in his being with her. She closed her eyes and listened to the sound of his breathing. His chest rising and falling consistently, until he was asleep.
She found herself drifting off a few minutes later, unable to go through another sleepless night. She silently prayed the dreams would not come, but as always they did.
Mind filling with the torments of Peter Hale, the disturbing images he once sent, filling her mind. Flashes of his burnt and rotting corpse. And soon she was tossing and turning, muttering in her sleep, skin covering in a thin sheen of sweat as her skin burned like fire.
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us? is there more than one of you? lol sure. Have a plot in mind?
New Starters and Plots
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New Starters and Plots
Does anyone want to plot something with moi?
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Nodding slightly, Derek decided not to push the subject. If she didn't want to sleep who was he to make her. He himself stayed up most nights simply staring out the window so he really wasn't one to judge. Now though, he closed his own eyes once more and tried to drift off to sleep. Having someone with him seemed to help and listening to her even breathing, he found sleep much quicker than normal.
Derek drifted soon after into a deep sleep and snoring softly, his chest rose and fell in long even breaths. Normally he hated sleep. He hated how his nightmares plaqued him and hated more that his nightmares were simply dreams. The fire, Laura, Peter, everything he had been through, but they didn't visit him this evening. His sleep was a dreamless one and he didn't mind one bit.
His arm was still wrapped around the small red head at his side but his hold was relaxed. Derek was further into his dream cycle than ever before. But perhaps after nearly dying then having sex, it simply wore him out more than usual.
Awkward Truces || geniuslydia
Lydia knew he would be able to tell that she was lying, so she just laid there as he spoke, concentrating on the coarse sound of his voice. Only a few hours earlier, she had been peeling him off of the school parking lot.
And now here they were, post sex. She didn’t want him to think it was his fault, because it wasn’t, so she simply nodded, nose brushing the smooth skin of his chest.
"I’ll try, I promise."
And she did, breathing in and out slowly as she closed her eyes, drawing patterns on his skin to help him get to sleep as well as herself. She was tired, after everything that’d happened. And she couldn’t even imagine his exhaustion after healing from deadly wounds and then mustering up enough energy to sleep with the redhead.
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Derek frowned, looking down at the top of her head. She didn't make sense, if she was willing to clean him up then have sex with him, it shouldn't hurt to sleep next to him. He was aware things were happening to her again but he really didn't know how bad the nightmares were and that she was so afraid of them. But taking a deep breath, he just hoped it wasn't because of him.
"You're lying. Why don't you feel comfortable sleeping here? I would think that's the most innocent thing we would have done this evening."
Smirking softly, hoping he would make her comfortable again, Derek felt the urge to make sure she felt okay. He didn't know what was going on in his own head and he didn't know why he cared all of a sudden but he did. Figuring he just wanted something stable and not toxic during all of the crap going on around them. Lydia was the most stable thing he had, had in a while so he clung to that.
"Just try okay? I'll still be here in the morning."
Awkward Truces || geniuslydia
Lydia kept her head firmly planted on his chest, breathing in and out slowly, evenly. She kept her eyes fixated on the wall, hoping it would help her stay awake. Every few minutes her eyes would close, before snapping open once again.
It caused a slight jolt in her heart, but she hoped in his sleep state it would go unnoticed. After a few moments, his voice sounded in her ear and she sucked in a breath. She hadn’t expected the ride in volume, but the question was what frightened her. She couldn’t tell him, of course not.
"I guess i’m just not very tired."
Complete lie, seeing how she was ready to pass out at any minute. Her eyes were begging to be closed and she could practically feel the dark circles under her eyes increasing. She couldn’t think of a viable excuse, but she was trying. She couldn’t just blurt out the fact that most nights she woke up screaming. That would definitely get her kicked out.
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Keeping his eyes closed, Derek listened to her breathing. She had planted her head on his chest as if he were a pillow and while he normally wouldn't like that kind of contact, he didn't push her away. But after a while, of keeping still, trying not to disturb her, he noticed her breathing wasn't slowing down to sleeping level. She was still awake.
"You're not even trying to sleep. Why?"
Derek was curious. At every turn he had a question about her and it both annoyed him and interested him. She was a mystery to him and every time he thinks he's figured her out, a new question arose. But that's how it was supposed to be right? To keep things interesting. If Derek knew everything about her he would grow bored and he figured she thought the same about him, so he decided to try and surprise her every chance he got, it would be more fun for the both of them.
Slowly, waiting for her answer, Derek's fingers drew lazy circles into her arm. His arm had wrapped around the back of her shoulders once she had laid on his chest and it was as if he was clutching her to his side protectively. Now that they had been intimate, he knew he had to keep her safe. From this point on, if anything happened to her he would feel like it was his fault and he didn't want that. He didn't want her to get hurt.
Awkward Truces || geniuslydia
"What can I say? I’m high maintenance."
She watched him as he laid back on his pillow, eyes looking over his structured face. Chin propped on his chest, she nodded, a soft sigh leaving her lips. She moved her head down slightly, planting a small kiss on his skin before turning her head, his chest now becoming her pillow.
He was comfortable and he smelled nice. Laying with him made her feel a small sense of relief, she felt safe. She brushed her fingers over his skin, thinking he might have already fallen asleep. She was exhausted as well, and it had been a stressful, yet satisfying night. But she couldn’t sleep, could she? Not with the nightmares. she might wake up screaming like a lunatic. After all, it happened most night. She kept her eyes open, breath even.
"Good night."
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"I've already told you I'd buy you a new one. Don't get all strung out on me now."
Derek smirked down at her in response to her smile and then he rested his head on the pillow. It had been a long day and even though he hadn't expected for this to happen, all he wanted to do was sleep now. After nearly dying then having some fantastic sex with the small red head beside him, it really took a toll on his stamina.
Taking a deep breath, the Alpha closed his eyes at her words. She was still scared of him kicking her out. It made sense though, even though he did tell her she could stay. Normally he would have to, had she been anyone else. Derek wasn't a cuddler and he definitely wasn't one to let a girl spend the night. Maybe at one point, but not after he lost everything. But his pack was small, and with Cora out of the house, it felt nice to have someone here with him. His loft always got far to quiet for his liking.
"I told you, you could stay. I meant it....now get some sleep. You'll be sore in the morning, it'll be good for you to rest now."
Awkward Truces || geniuslydia
Lydia watched as his eyes lingered on her exposed body, eyebrows raising slightly at his blunt behavior. She looked toward the corner where he flung the tattered leather and blew out a small sigh.
"That was my favorite skirt."
And it had been, but she could just buy another, she could never go out and buy something like that. As he arm reached out and pulled her to his chest, she couldn’t help but feel a small surge of relief rush through her.
"I was worried you were gonna kick me out."
After all, that’s how these things usually went, with her anyways. She leaned towards him as he kissed her. It was a small kiss, just a light brush of their lips, but it sent her heart fluttering in her chest. A small smile lacing her lips as she pulled back.
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As his breathing finally slowed down, Derek knew he had to say something. He couldn't simply just get up and find her something to wear then send her on her way, after all he did say she could spend the night. So rolling onto his side to face her better, Derek's eyes scanned her body and smirked, liking what they saw.
"I ripped your skirt." He muttered bluntly, eyes still lingering on her body before he looked into her eyes and continued, "I'll find something of Cora's for you to wear in the morning."
Derek reached out with one hand and wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her flush against his broad chest. Looking down at her small frame, he noticed her skin was flushed and her cheeks had a pale pink hue to them.
"Don't tell me you're still nervous around me."
Smiling softly, Derek lent down and captured her lips with his in a small kiss. He pulled back a moment later and looked over her facial expressions to figure out her reaction. He was uncharacteristically in a good mood at the moment and he didn't want her to be scared. She had just proven to him she was worth his time and if she was still frightened after what they had just done, he didn't know how he would be able to change that.
Awkward Truces || geniuslydia
Lydia moaned as he continuously thrusted into her, pushing through both of their orgasms, until they were finished. As he hovered over her, she opened her eyes, seeing the pleasure she’d caused him and already hoping it wouldn’t be the last time.
As he pulled out, she winced slightly, watching as he laid out beside her. His hands were cover his eyes but he still looked good. Muscles slightly tensed beneath his skin, a light sheen of sweat covering his body.
She could only imagine how she looked after such an intense climax. As he moved his arm out of the way and looked towards her, she couldn’t help the soft blush that grew on her cheeks, eyes wandering over him. She could only hope he wasn’t already regretting what they’d done.
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Groaning loudly, Derek buried his face in her neck as she clenched around him. It was almost painful once again but the pleasure won out and he found himself spurting into her quickly. Soft grunts escaped his lips with each new spurt and moving his hips against hers, he rode out his high with panting breaths. His fingers still dug into her soft skin but as his climax wore off, his body relaxed.
Derek was still hovering over her, and so as he didn't want to crush her by settling all of his weight down on her body, the older male slowly pulled out of her and rolled onto his back. Resting one arm over his eyes, he took large and deep breaths, trying his best to slow his heart rate back to a normal level. He couldn't believe that he had just fucked the girl beside him but after working her for so long at the beginning he knew it was worth it. Lydia had proven herself a worthy partner.
"Fuck."
It was all Derek could say at the moment. He lay next to her, not looking over at her yet but he knew she had been satisfied. The way that she had moaned and shook under him had been proof enough for him. But after a moment, he moved his arm away and tilted his head to the side. Even post sex she was beautiful.
Awkward Truces || geniuslydia
Lydia felt her breath quicken, her heart pounding as she drew closer to her climax. She reached up and dug her nails into his back once again, enjoying that she could mark him as hers, even if he healed after only a few moments.
His voice was hard, strong, powerful, and it caused her legs to quiver harder as her teeth dug into her bottom lip. His words pushed, rather threw, her over the edge until she spiraled into a bed shaking climax.
She called out his name, nails digging harder into his back as she came. She closed her eyes and ground her teeth together, feeling as though she might break from the onslaught of intense pleasure. She clenched around his member, hips bucking as she attempted to come down from her climax while still wanting to give him his.
"God, Derek."
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Smirking down at her, Derek could see how he effected her. Each thrust made her breath hitch and her heart skip a beat. He knew it couldn't be safe for him to continue at this speed for much longer, but her words were a good sign. Derek continued at the set pace, pulling all of the way out of her every so often only to slam back in even rougher than before, simply to mix it up. Both of their climax's were fast approaching and all he knew was that he had to out last her. Derek had to bring her to the edge first.
Derek gripped her thighs harder and groaned out her name under his breath. He was trying to control himself, finding it harder and harder now to control the beast within, but she was making him want to push himself harder. Derek wanted to prove that he could pleasure her more than anyone else and he didn't know why. Part of him figured it was a territory thing, and he had latched himself onto her, not wanting to see her with anyone else but it had to have been more than that. But not wanting to focus on it, Derek turned his attention back to the small frame under him.
"Cum for me. Now!"
Growling softly, Derek knew his alpha voice was being used. He commanded her and he just hoped she would obey. If she didn't, he knew he wouldn't be able to outlast her, and he had to. He had to make her cave first.
Awkward Truces || geniuslydia
Lydia sucked in a breath as his large hands gripped her thighs, pushing them up and slamming into her, she bit down on her lip to hold back a scream of pleasure, but a loud moan slipped through. “God."
She moved her hands from his back, fingers fisting into the sheets as she tried to hold back her moans. His entire length was now slamming into her roughly, harder and faster than any human would be able to thrust. She could already feel how sore she would be the next morning, but it was worth it, as his building pace made her pleasure heighten.
The bed was shaking underneath them, her breath coming out in pants as pleasure pooled in her abdomen, every inch of her throbbing. As her legs were pushed further back and sweet words escaped his lips, she moaned, the pleasure only increasing. His eyes were flickering in color, but that didn’t frighten her anymore, she sucked in another shaky breath as she continued to quiver.
"I’m so close."
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ugh Dydia. why must you consume me.
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When I made this blog, I never thought I would start up roleplays with so many amazing people and witness even better ones all around me. It was a whim to make a Lydia blog but I’m glad I did it. You are all so amazing and the fact that you continue to follow me is crazy. But since you’ve stuck with me, here is what I can offer you :D
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teen wolf au meme ₪ six au tropes: 4/6
↳ ZOMBIES
Live together, or die alone: in this new apocalyptic world, the pack survives.
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Derek hissed softly as her nails dug into him. The pain was something he liked and he was glad she was willing to do that to him, it meant he was making her feel good. Feeling her legs shake on either side of him, he firmly grasped both of her thighs and held them up, allowing himself to go deeper still into her. With another groan, he watched as his entire length pushed into her roughly.
He could tell she wanted more. And as soon as she moaned his name he gave in, not holding back as much any more. His thrusts got harder, and quicker, making the bed quiver as much as she was. Derek watched with each thrust as he nearly pulled all of the way out to simply ram back into her at a high speed, the sight was something he could get used to. Feeling her shake underneath him was suddenly a huge turn on as he pushed her knees further back, not stopping until they hovered over her shoulders.
Derek gazed down at her, eyes switching from their normal color to the bright red with each thrust. His face hovered over hers as their panted breaths mingled and their hips slapped together roughly. He felt as though he should say something, but in his lust hazed mind, nothing was coming that would make any sense. So he just went with the first thing that came to him, even though he wouldn't normally have admitted it.
"Fuck you're beautiful."
Awkward Truces || geniuslydia
Lydia waited patiently until he responded to her pleading, his hips moving faster pounding into her with excessive force. She sucked in a breath and dug her nails into his skin, not exactly worrying about the pain she was causing him.
The pleasure was building inside her body, legs quivering, moans escaping, bundle of nerves throbbing. She bucked her hips against his, eyes closing as she arched her back beneath him.
"Don’t stop."
He was older, so she knew he would be more experienced and definitely larger, but she hadn’t expected anything like this. With his impressive length, he was able to hit her sweet spot again and again with hardly any effort. But she wasn’t there yet, she needed it harder, faster, deeper. She gripped onto his back, nails digging in further. “Derek." She meant to plead further, but she was unable to, due to the strangled moan that accompanied his name.
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