ivylovesnarry
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How Many Stars by ivylovesnarry for AnonymousMink
Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Episode VII: The Force Awakens (2015)
14 Apr 2016
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In which Rey counts, and receives desert stars.
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Burnt to Ashes by ivylovesnarry
Fandoms: Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Episode VII: The Force Awakens (2015)
06 Apr 2016
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Malta Ren is the one to show him. How to use the Force to burn the flesh and bones, until all is left is a tiny heap of silvery ashes, thin as dust.
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The Last Time is Every Time by ivylovesnarry
Fandoms: Star Wars Episode VII: The Force Awakens (2015)
27 Feb 2016
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"Tell me you want it" he whispers in her ear, his breath warm and moist and sending sparks of lust right to her cunt. ((written for reylo smut week))
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The wolf leaves the desk immediately and goes to Stiles, crouching down on the floor and bringing a hand up to cup the boy’s face. Stiles leans into Derek’s palm, looking on the verge of tears from the relief of his touch.
“Did you drive here yourself?” Derek murmurs softly, stroking Stiles’ cheek with his thumb. Stiles’ own fingers loop around Derek’s wrist to keep him where he is.
“Yeah,” he says, voice rough and low. “Dad was working in the next city over. Scott didn’t pick up. It was you I wanted anyway.”
Or, 5 times Derek and Stiles are each other’s comfort person, and one time they’re more.
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11 Jun 2026
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The moon was high and sharp in the sky, nearing its peak, casting long luminous streams through the large wall length windows.
Rays of light shining across Stiles' shuddering form where he lay sprawled naked and face down on the living room floor of Derek's loft.
"No more," Stiles croaked, voice hoarse, throat nearly raw.
His eyes were closed, but he could hear the sharp click click click of Derek's paw pads as he drew closer, feel the moist heat of his breath against the skin of Stiles' reddened ass.
A cool nose shoved at him, Derek's chest rumbling in a low growl. Stiles immediately understood the silent demand for what it was: Lift your ass up.
"I can't," he shook his head against the floor, his asshole was done for—alliterated beyond repair. "Derek, please." come from the previous rounds was still leaking out of him, slicking his thighs and dripping onto the floor.
Derek's growl deepened into a snarl, and sharp teeth nipped at his skin, a warning. A demand. Obey.
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11 Jun 2026
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Derek is finally happy.
Stiles can’t let him stay that way.
And that might be the cruelest thing he’s ever done.
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11 Jun 2026
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A conversation about the Argents takes a turn in the loft when Peter starts assigning blame.
Stiles has a much more important question: where were you?Bookmarked by ivylovesnarry
10 Jun 2026
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What if someone actually noticed how badly Stiles was doing before he was taken over by an evil trickster spirit? What if that someone was Derek Hale?
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What if you take the entirety of season 3B and put it in a Sterek shaped blender?
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09 Jun 2026