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OMG WE JUST MADE 500!!!! Followers!!! WOOHOO!! Thanks for joining us aboard the S.S. DYDIA !!!
Anonymous asked: why do I want more dydia?!!! Prompt- Derek ask Lydia what were some of her fetishes!! (tease/flirty/Lydia almost horn ball Derek)
↳ Lydia Martin is a famous actress who meets her boyfriend Derek Hale at a Hollywood party, after which both of them are inseparable and are seen together constantly at lavish Hollywood parties, drinking, socializing, and generally being the amazing power couple they are.
Commissioned work for robinndaggers !
Derek and Lydia reading together and thanks so much for commissioning me uvu <333
Commissioned work for wolfwrecked !
Prince!Derek and Queen!Lydia uvu
Thanks so much for commissioning me <333
Anonymous asked: prompt: derek is the one that finds lydia in the forest on her naked running spree.
Lydia came to in the middle of the reserve, on what looked to be a tree stump…. a big one. She had no idea how she got there or why in the hell she was naked but there she was, cold, and bewildered by what was happening. She had more than believed in that moment that she had gone crazy.
Branches crunched in the distance and she sat up quickly, her hands moving to cover her bare breasts. Her body shook from fear and the hypothermia that was beginning to settle into her body. Leaves crunched. Closer than the sounds before and she let out a soft yelp. What was she supposed to do? run? Whatever was nearby would most likely be able to hunt her down.
She sucked in a breath and stayed completely still, hoping that whatever was there, would lose where she was. She almost fell of the stump when she saw the human figure burst through the trees. She let out a soft sigh when she looked up to see that face of one Derek Hale. His features turned soft when he looked at her. A tear rolled down Lydia’s cheek, and for a moment, she felt utterly weak, defenseless. She had no idea what she would say to him… how she would explain all of this.
Lucky for her, Derek stayed quiet. He only pulled off his leather jacket and offered it to her, and after shrugging it on, he lifted her up into his arms without a single problem. It was as if she was light as a feather. He took her back to his loft, where she was given clothes from Erica and a warm cup of tea. Boyd sat with her and let her cry into his chest, and Isaac watched from a distance as the girl he once loved broke in front of them.
Derek, more than anyone, was taken aback that this girl, who held so much fire in her heart, could break. “What happened.. in the woods?” He asked her, moving to sit next to her and Boyd.
"I… I don’t know… I guess I went crazy." She answered, staring down into her tea.
"You’re not crazy Lydia…" Derek replied, causing Lydia’s head to shot up quickly. She eyed him over gently, the corner of her lips pulling up slightly.
"And you’re not as mean and brooding as everyone seems to think you are." She remarked, earning a scoff from Isaac. Derek’s eyes didnt leave the girls for one moment, he just smiled gently and breathed out a chuckle, shaking his head at the comment. The girl certainly had a spark, and he knew in that moment, whatever happened from then on out, she was never going to lose it. In that moment, she became pack.
Dydia futuristic AU: Derek is a cyborg with the task to protect Lydia, the only person immune to the deadly and fast spreading Kanima virus
“Can you feel anything at all, or is it just… programmed?”
pairing: derek x lydia, side stiles x malia
notes: the last of the easter fics for now. if any more ideas come to me, or if someone has a prompt that i love, i shall write more. this is for the nonnies that came to my askbox.
There was nothing that Derek wouldn’t do for his children. Erica, Isaac and Vernon (although he insisted on Boyd), they were his world. With everything that had happened, from the abuse to the illnesses to having their mother ripped away from them, how could he refuse them a few moments of happiness? That was why Isaac went to ballet lessons, and Boyd played soccer every day after school, and why he had allowed Erica to take up saxophone, even when that girl hadn’t a musical bone in his body. Because it made them happy, and Derek could put up with the headaches and the extra car journey’s for that.
That was why he never objected when Erica had come to him to say that the school needed volunteers for the lower schools’ Easter egg hunt that weekend. He had signed up the next day.
Now, he stood in a corner of the hall, helping guide the hyperactive four year olds towards the ones that he had hidden, rolling his lips to hide his smile at their little excited faces when they held the chocolate eggs, like it was the Holy Grail. One of the girls, Harley, hugged him tightly around his leg in thanks and run towards her friend, blushing and babbling happily about her discovery.
“That’s cheating you know,” a familiar voice mused behind him.
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So I did it! Asked Jeff a question while getting an autograph. First Jeff is a real sweetheart! He just is, I ask him this like every time I see him and he always wonderfully gracious. — I’ll get to my question now, I felt it needed to be said. So here it comes —
Me: we will ever get Derek and Lydia scenes… like talking?
Jeff: yes. And we are working on it!
Me: I ask you this every time. (Lol)
Jeff: nice to see you again (also laughing)
Anonymous asked: Hi I saw where you said something about Prompts and I was wondering if you could do a Dydia as parents one.
Lydia woke alone. The room was still dark and the bed beside her was still warm. She closed her eyes, and the soft sounds of Christine fussing reached her ears, accompanied by Derek’s soothing voice.
Lydia reached for a robe and padded out to meet her family. Derek stood with his back to her, his tattoo a stark contrast against his pale skin in the moonlight. Lydia could still smell the smoke of the fire long dead, not really needed as spring ended and bled into summer, but welcome on a cold evening none the less.
'Hey,' Lydia said. Christine whined softly and Derek turned to her in all his glory. 'I've told you to put pants on,' Lydia scolded reaching for her daughter.
'And I've told you she doesn't know the difference between nudity and clothes,' Derek said placing Christine into Lydia's arms. 'I saw both my parents naked as a child.'
'Hence your lack of shame!' Lydia said as she rocked Christine.
'Shame is of little benefit to me,' Derek pecked Lydia's cheek as he passed her. He returned a moment later with loose sleep pants on. 'Besides you're about to bare a breast to her.'
'To feed her,' Lydia said. Derek sat back in one of the armchairs and spread his legs, leaving room for Lydia to settle with Christine.
'I like this,' Derek said eventually, his chin on Lydia's shoulder. 'It makes me feel like I'm feeding her too.' He fixed the blanket around them and rubbed his cheek against hers.
'Well, you do most of the cooking,' Lydia said turning to peck Derek's lips. Derek rested his cheek against her hair after that, and if they fell asleep together like that, well, it wouldn't be the first time, and certainly wasn't the last time.
rashaka asked: ficlet NSFW meme, dydia, #2
2- moaning the other’s name
Derek Hale was blessed with a tremendously skilled mouth when he was of a mind to use it, and the first time Lydia had been privileged to experience this, she’d nearly punctured his sides with her new shoes, The price of replacing them had brought her down from a shattering climax with disappointing speed, but with one hand still firmly grasping Derek’s hair he wouldn’t be able to tell.
somethingofthewolf asked: dydia + THE LAP DANCE ONE
"Did you just put a twenty down my pants?"
Lydia had clearly had at least one tequila shot too many to even bother trying to understand Derek. “Whoooooooooooo.” Her jubilant cry was almost as terrible as her banshee shriek. “Take it off! Take it off!”
Kira had disappeared somewhere around the corner with Malia, because they had probably been the two feeding Lydia the alcohol. Kitsunes and coyotes apparently metabolized it fast.
Banshees not so much.
He was jolted out of trying to scowl at the two girls from beyond the wall but slender fingers pulling at his shirt. “C’mere,” Lydia slurred, tugging and tugging. “C’meeeeeere. I wanna do a salt lick off those washboard abs.”
"Lydia for the love of God—" Another twenty down his pants, and this time the clever girl managed to get her hand far enough down to shove it into his boxers. "Stop that.”
She fell back against the couch with a wild giggle, fingers hooked into the waistline of his jean so Derek had no choice but brace himself on the couch behind her to keep from crushing her petite frame beneath his weight.
"S’kay. S’kay. I’ll be Red Riding Hood to your Big Bad Wolf." Her voice took on a ridiculous, nasal pitch. "Why, Grandma! What big teeth you have.”
"Lydia, you are trying my patience." This was the last time he had a favor for Scott and played fetch with his drunk friends.
"No. No. You have to say," she reared up and pressed her fingers to mouth, forcing his lips to move in an imitation of speech. Her voice dropped a baritone nearly as ridiculous as her high pitch squeals,"—all the better to eat you with.”
He tried to push himself up, but Lydia’s legs hooked around his hip, locking in place.
"Dance for me, pony-boy." Her tone was normal, but low and sultry enough to make his stomach jump.
Someone was going down tonight, Derek thought, and he had a sinking feeling it was him.
bigbywolffs asked: dydia + 21 (you know why emily)
"I have a presentation tomorrow," Lydia sighs. "For a professor I need to make a good impression on. So.” Lydia hums happily, arching her back. “If you’d be so kind, below the neck, please. I’m good with concealer, but if you maul me, we’re going to have words.”
Derek makes a noise against her collarbone that sounds a lot like bite me.
"Carry on," Lydia sighs. Derek’s mouth his hot and she’s certain that in addition to whatever marks he’s leaving with his tongue and teeth, she’ll have significant beard burn to boot. "Can you—hnghgh.” Derek’s hit a particularly sensitive spot on her neck (definitely above the no hickey line), and in combination with his hand flittering about beneath her skirt, she’s this close to saying fuck-it, turtleneck it is for class tomorrow. “Careful.”
"Always," Derek grins, and not for the first time, Lydia feels like she’s dating the big bad wolf and he’s about to eat her up.
She smirks. It’s a good thing she likes being eaten.
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