#Tyler hoechlin Fluff

[soulofapatrick]

Accidental Admittance - Derek Hale x Reader

Summary: You ask Derek to fake date you and it breaks all self-control he has

Words: 1.7k 

Warnings: none

Y/N’s POV

I was so goddamn stupid, what made me say that? What made me lie to Greenberg about having a boyfriend? About having Derek Hale as my boyfriend? God fucking damn it, me and my panic brain and my stupid, stupid heart aching for the damn alpha. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid!

I’m arriving back to the Hale house too soon, having skipped school not wanting to face Greenberg today. I fired a message to Stiles telling him I wasn’t feeling too good and now I’m back here, my stomach is rumbling and I’m feeling so anxious that I know Derek can smell it from inside. The only thing I can smell with my dull human senses is the familiar scent of the surrounding woods, quickly replaced by something delicious when I open the door, throwing my bag to the side and toeing my shoes off. 

Derek’s in the kitchen, stood in front of the hob, back to to me but from the way his head raises slightly in know he can sense my presence there. He doesn’t move, waiting for me to speak and tell him why I’m home at lunchtime and why I probably reek of anxiety. Damn werewolves and their super senses. It makes me take a hesitant step into the kitchen, my gaze fixed on Derek ’s back. His bread shoulders and strong posture makes him appear even more intimidating, but I know he’s not as unapproachable as he seems.

Taking a deep breath I rather my courage and clear my throat, “Der,” I call softly, knowing he already knows I’m here but it feels weird starting a conversation with him without making my presence known like you normally would with others. He turns slightly, kaleidoscope eyes meeting mine and there’s a flicker of concern in his gaze, “I did a boo-boo.” I don’t know why I say it like that but it makes Derek visibly soften even more as he reaches for my hand and pulls me over to him. His hands grasp my hips and he’s lifting me to sit on the counter next to him so he can keep cooking. 

“What happened?” Derek asks, his voice gentle yet filled with curiosity but all I can focus on his the way his touch sends a jolt of warmth through me, going straight to my cheeks. I try to ignore it, trying to focus on the delicious smell of whatever he’s cooking on the stove, “What kind of boo-boo?” Derek asks, capturing my chin between his thumb and forefinger. 

“Greenberg was bothering me and I may have blurted out that I have a boyfriend…” I fiddle with my hands, not wanting to meet his gaze as I’m going to have to emphasise the fact it wasn’t just a boyfriend I said but the very man in front of me is who I said. I have to take a deep breath, mustering up the courage to continue. I can feel Derek’s intense gaze on me, thumb gently caressing my chin as he waits for me to speak. There’s a mixture of curiosity and concern in his eyes, making it even harder to meet his gaze, “Wellll…. I may have said your name…” I finally admit, my voice barely above a whisper. 

Derek’s grip on my chin tightens ever so lightly, drawing my attention to his eyes. His expression having shifted from curiosity to surprise, and I swear I see a flicker of something else in his gaze - a spark, a hint of possibility. 

“My name?” He speaks softly, his voice laced with a mix of curiosity and amusement and I’m nodding, feeling a rush of embarrassment wash over me. His gaze lingers on me, his eyes searching for something. I can’t quite decipher the emotions swirling within him, but I hold my breath as I wait for his response. It feels like forever before Derek’s lips curl into a small, almost imperceptible smile. He leans closer, his breath warm against my ear, “Alright,” He whispers, his voice sending shivers down my spine, “I’ll be your boyfriend.” 

Relief washes over me, and a smile tugs at the corners of my lips. I finally dare to meet his gaze, finding a warmth and understanding that makes my heart skip a beat and I know he hears from the way his lips quirk a little as he goes back to stirring the sauce in the pan. His left hand intertwines with mine, letting me trace gentle circles on his palm, feeling the texture of his skin beneath his fingertips. The simple act of touching him bringing a sense of comfort and connection, igniting a spark of something more than just a pretend relationship. 

I watch him with admiration as he effortlessly moves around the kitchen, his movements graceful and precise, captivating to witness the way he handles each ingredient, his focus unwavering despite our conversation and the fact we’re currently officially, unofficially, dating. The aroma of the food fills the air, blending with the soft sounds of sizzling and the clinking of utensils against pots. I lean in closer, inhaling deeply, my senses heightened in the presence of the man I have been in love with since I met him almost five years ago. There was just something beyond his suggest exterior and brooding demeanour that drew me in, a depth in his eyes, the way they hold a mixture of pain, strength and vulnerability that speaks volumes. Derek is a man of few words, but his actions speak louder than anything he could ever say. He has faced unimaginable loss and heartache, yet he continues to fight for those he cares about, never giving up. It's his unwavering loyalty and protectiveness that has always captivated me, making me feel safe and cherished in his presence. Underneath his tough exterior, Derek has a heart that beats with compassion and tenderness. He may not always express it in words, but his gestures, his touches, and his unwavering support tell me everything I need to know. He has a way of making me feel seen, understood, and loved in a way that no one else ever has. 

And when Derek looks at me, really looks at me, it's as if he sees all of me—the flaws, the insecurities, and the scars—and he still cares about me despite it all. He’s glancing at me out of the corner of his eye, a faint smile playing on his lips, “You know,” He finally speaks, voice low and velvety, “If we’re going to do this boyfriend act, we might as well make it convincing.” 

I just raise an eyebrow at him, “And how do you propose we do that?” I ask, my voice coming out a little breathier than I intend as he turns the stove off and set the pots of food aside so they won’t burn. His kaleidoscope eyes never leaving mine as he steps closer, slotting himself between my legs, hands on my thighs as he closes the distance between us until I can his warm breath against my skin. 

His hands slide from my thighs to cup my cheeks, touch gentle and electrifying, “Like this,” He murmurs, lips inching closer until they finally meet mine in a kiss that sets my heart ablaze. It’s soft, yet brimming with a fierce longing and desire. There’s a gentle urgency in the way our lips move together, as if we’ve been holding back for far too long and are finally giving into the magnetic pull between us. Derek’s lips are warm and inviting, melding perfectly with mine as they move in a dance of passion and tenderness. His hands remain of my cheeks. His touch both grounding and electrifying. As the kiss deepens, his thumbs trace soothing circles along my jawline, sending shivers down my spine, every brush of his lips against mine feels like a sweet surrender. There’s a rawness to the kiss, an unspoken acknowledgement of the emotions that have been brewing between us for so long, a Monet of vulnerability. 

We eventually break apart, our lips reluctantly parting, but the connection between us remains unbreakable. Our breaths mingle, and our foreheads rest against each other, a shared moment of bliss and understanding. It’s a little overwhelming and Derek can feel it all as his gaze falls to mine again, pulling me forwards into a hug where he smooths down my hair and coos out a soft, “I’ve got you.” 

I rest my head against Derek’s chest, enveloped in his strong embrace, I’m captivated by his scent - an intoxicating blend that seems to scream everything Derek. A subtle hint of woodsmoke lingers in the air intermingled with a delicate freshness you can only get after a downpour and finally something citrusy like subtle notes of orange. It’s heady and confusing and makes me a little lightheaded to the point I’m gripping the front of his shirt like a lifeline and there’s a rumble coming from deep within his chest as if the wolf inside him is purring. It’s a primal sound and I’m not going to admit it does something to me, heading straight between my thighs and a whine leaves my throat when he finally pulls away. 

Derek’s hands slowly release their hold on me, reluctantly pulling away from our embrace, gaze lingering on my face for a moment longer, filled with a mixture of tenderness and desire, before he breaks the spell and dislodges himself from between my legs to turn his attention back to the meal he was preparing. He expertly plates up the delicious meal he had been cooking, arranging the savoury aromas on the plates with precision. The tantalising scents waft through the air, mingling with the remnants of our shared moment, creating an atmosphere that is both comforting and enticing. 

“Come on baby, let’s eat first, I can hear your stomach rumbling already.” He leans over, pressing a quick kiss to my lips before leading the way to the living room. He doesn’t look back once as if he knows I’ll be following him and fuck me, he’s right. 

I’d follow him anywhere. 

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Today was not a good day for Y/n... but it got better.

First: she was fired. Second: she was almost positive that Derek, her boyfriend had forgotten their anniversary. But for now, she decided to ignore her problems and watch some TV.

Plopping onto the couch she sighs, turning on the TV to something random. It was a random cartoon, and she loved it- especially after a hard day.

When she was little she would watch cartoons as well. When her parents were arguing? Cartoons. And when she got a booboo? Cartoons. Even now it was still a habit to watch some cartoons when things got stressful.

Y/n let out a little squeak when she felt herself being picked up. She may have gotten a bit too immersed in TV. "Hi, Dare bear," she says with a giggle. He gave her a warm smile and positioned her in a bridal style. "Hi, sweetie"

Her eye caught his pearly k9 tooth, her favorite to see when he smiled. When it showed, it was a genuine one. And it seemed he never faked one toward her, and she loved that. She loved how genuinely soft the big strong werewolf was for her, a nature faerie.

Derek carried her to their bedroom, laying her down on the huge bed. "I have a surprise for you," He happily shrills as he jogs to the bathroom to fetch something. He comes back with a huge box, along with a few other things.

He hands her a card first, wanting her to open it. She grabbed it gracefully, glancing at him to see his eyes sparkle with happiness. Or maybe it was Eargernes... She giggled, "I thought you forgot." He shook his head, looking a bit offended at first. "I would never forget about you, my love."

She gushed at him, almost shedding a tear from the cuteness. He never seemed to make her feel disloved, she always felt appreciated.

Y/n opened the card, reading it and shedding a few tears as she read it. It talked about the day they met how much he knew she was the one for her. and how he wanted to spend the rest of his wolfy life with her.

"Aww, Derek! You're the cutest!" Yn squealed. She then got up and rolled under the bead to get the present for him.

"You, haven't even opened the other one!

"Wait! I got a bunch of lingerie and I wanted you to judge them!"

Derek tilts his head humorously with a smirk. "Today is about love but when the clock hits midnight we'll do that," he grunts, his veins flexing in his neck as he rolls it to look away bashfully.

Y/n pauses. "Derek, it's 10 p.m."

"I know, now open the present!" he yells, ushering her as he shoved the big box onto her lap. He removes takes a peek under the bed and growls, "How much did you get? Damn," he asks, amazed at how many boxes there were under the bed. "A bit... like 20 pairs... plus some toys."

"Toys?"

Y/n ignores him and rips open the wrapping paper. She squeaks at the big frog stuffed animal with a top hat. "Ahhh! His name shall be George!"

She squeezed the stuffed animal, wrapping her legs and arms around it like she was a koala bear. The soft frog was almost twice her size!

"Great now I'm gonna have to sleep on the couch! you found a new cuddle buddy," Derek teases. He picked her up again, sitting her on his lap once he sat next to where she was. He then opened her next present showing her the necklace with her and his initials on it. He put the necklace on her, kissing her cheek. He patted George on the head. "I think you might like George more than the custom necklace," he jokes.

Y/n gave him a sly smile. "Of course, I do! Look at him, but I don't mind having your initials on my body as well; that's nice as well," She shrugs, blinking at him. He rolled his eyes playfully.

"I love you," Derek whispers and then kisses her cheek. He turns to George, the stuffed animal, "I guess I love you too, George."

This made y/n giggle which caused the two of them to enter a big laughing fit. "George is mine!" She warns with a squint of her usual big eyes.

"Well,  you're mine; so, technically he's mine as well," Derek quips with a poke of her cheek. "Okay, mister guard dog," y/n jokes.

"Don't test me, I'll bark."

"Please don't."

He opens his mouth and she covers it swiftly. He licks her hand as soon as her hand touches his mouth. It doesn't deter her. "Hon, I've had your other fluids on me, your saliva doesn't gross me," she laughs. He winks at her and nibbles her palm.

Derek squeezes her, his head going to her neck and planting a small kiss on the sensitive area just below her ear. Y/n shivered and giggled as it tickled her. "If you're hungry I can make you something, silly," Y/n jokes. Derek shakes his head at her and snuggles into her body more. "I'll have my dessert in a bit."

[a-writer-on-elm-street]

First Christmas

pairing: derek hale x gn!reader

summary: you convince derek to spend christmas with you.

a/n: so this is obviously late, i just had a lot on recently and completely forgot about it. but i hope you like it! <3

"Come on." You whined, folding your arms across your chest as you attempted to plead your case. "It's not like I'm asking for much."

Derek was glaring at you like you'd just asked him to commit murder for you, although he would probably be more agreeable to that apparently. "I already told you, no. I don't do Christmas."

"Only because you've never had anyone to spend it with."

"I have people."

"Alright, who?" You challenged, cocking your head at him.

"Cora." He answered, a proud smile on his face as he looked at you now.

"Yeah, but it's not like she's here much. What about Scott? Has he ever asked?"

"No."

"Stiles?"

He released a deep sigh then at the mention of that name, indicating that clearly Stiles had proposed the idea multiple times. "He asked once if he could...bring Christmas to me...and then he kept asking."

"And you never said yes?"

"Have you met Stiles?"

"Oh come on, he's not that bad." You countered, your lips twitching into a smile as you uttered your next words. "And besides, he is your cousin."

His face paled then, his eyes widening as he stared at you. "How do you know about that? Did he tell you that?"

"Okay, okay, just...calm down. If you won't spend Christmas with them, will you at least just spend it with me? I promise it'll be fun."

"Fun."

"I'll make it worth your while." You offered, stepping closer to him with a small smile on your face.

"You're lucky I like you." He finally sighed, giving in.

"Then I guess I'll see you Christmas Day." You grinned, before planting a light kiss on his lips. "And don't be such a sour wolf."

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[arlos-warm-drpepper]

I’ve read queer teen wolf fanfiction that was 10x more romantic and poetic than Romeo And Juliet. Plus they usually don’t have little bits of misogyny sprinkled in there

[nbundarin]

Acceptance (Fanfic)

Clark Kent strummed his fingers on his knee. He could count on a few of them the amount of time he had ever had a butterfly and now he could add a pinky. For Gotham, Leslie Thompkins’s apartment was a stark contrast to the gothic, brutalist and Tim Burton fever dream outside. It was a two bed, two bath, accented in Alice blue and Roux white. The decor had a modern sensibility but the paintings lining the walls and photographs spotting here and there made it homie. On Zillow it would make a great steal, if Zillow dared to list anything in Gotham. Clark had particularly smiled at a picture of Leslie, standing between a beautiful red-headed bride, in a decked-out wheelchair, lilac, laced around her spokes, and a sharp-looking groom, his Biscayne blue’s elevating his boy next door smile.

            “You made a very handsome usher,” Leslie stood between the linoleum of the kitchen and the hard wood of the living room. She was a petite woman, with silver hair, sloppily bundled on her head, and chocolate brown eyes framed in cat rimmed glasses. She could be the aunt who tells you a bawdy joke at the family Christmas party or your mom’s best friend whose advice you take even when your parents said the exact same thing

            “That was a fun night,” Clark started. 

“For the world’s greatest introvert, Bruce knows how to throw a party.” The kettle whistled for attention and Leslie called over her shoulder.

“You and Lois certainly know how to cut a rug.”

“You and Alfred were no slouches either, Doctor Thompkins.”

“Clark.”

“Sorry. Leslie.” She returned with twin mugs of tea.

“You Midwestern boys and your politeness. It’s a warm welcome from, GET OUT OF THE WAY OR ALL BLOW YOUR HEAD OFF!”

“Rush hour in Metropolis has its fair share of angry drivers too.”

“It was the Supermarket.” Leslie placed her mug on a coaster and as she handed the other to the former journalist,

“Careful it’s ho—” She remembered,

“Sorry, forgot who I was talking too.” Clark thanked her as he laced the tea in his hands. Leslie situated herself, the coffee table dividing them.

“You don’t take notes?” Clark asked.

“No. I find it too distracting.”

“I wouldn’t X-Ray them if you did.”

“Saves me from buying led lined note pads.” She winked at the farm boy.

“Just a reminder; Nothing is off the table. No emotion is unwarranted. I do have insurance, so if you want to start zapping things, please direct it at the ugly string art my cousin Dorothy got me from Tucson.” Clark spotted it, across the room.

“It must be really, interesting, being the Superheroes’ therapist.”

 Leslie laughed.

“Thinking about maybe getting my own costume. But seriously, behind the capes and the superpowers your people too.” 

“Even if you come from another planet,” she added.

“Having teenagers, I feel the same way, Usually I would go to my mom or Bruce for advice, but he said you would be a better fit.”

“You and Him became very close,” Leslie observed.

“Almost twenty years. I always hate it when people call us frenemies. Bruce is one of my best friends, he would technically be Jordan’s Godfather, if Me and Lois were the religious type. I wasn’t always thrilled with his choices, especially when he brought Dick into the fight, but the kid turned out great, as did the others.”

“I think it would be fair to say you helped keep the rosy in that boy’s cheeks. You came up with Nightwing didn’t you?” Clark chuckled at the Question.

“Yes, like you said though I just helped. But I have two boys full time and I don’t know what the hell I’m doing.” Clark caught the H word. Rarely would he use a damn but it felt honest.

“Once again Clark, you are no different than any parent today. Bruce has definitely not been perfect. But we’re not here to compare the Dark Knight and the Man of Steel, we’re here to talk about you.” Clark took a long sip of hot green, choosing his next words.

“I wasn’t around as much as I should have, with the boys I mean. Between the Planet, Metropolis and the literal planet. I remember missing their seventh birthday. I had to lie and tell them I had to work on a scoop out of town.”

“What were you actually doing?” Leslie asked.

“Stopping a forest fire in California. But let me tell you, the disappointment in their faces was a lot more scorching. Especially Jordan.”

“Jordon is where you’re finding the most contention?”

“Yes and No. I don’t want to minimalize Jonathan. I took him from the only home he knows, he and his girlfriend broke up and theirs a huge possibility he may never have powers. He called Smallville his Kryptonite.”

“And what did you do?”

“I pulled the typical parental platitudes. You tell yourself you’re going to be different from your folks and then you open your mouth…” Leslie nodded.

“And Jordan?”

 The former journalist sat back.

“The kid is dealing with social-anxiety, he’s developing powers and there’s no telling what he’s capable of. I feel like I’m making it worse and Jordan confirmed it, loudly.” Leslie pressed on and Clark explained to her about everything, including taking Jordan to the Fortress, how his father made the kid feel inadequate, how he was struggling with the heat vision, the strength, Jonathan’s passive aggressive resentment, not to mention puberty was in the periphery.

“Elsa’s Ice castle?” They both shared a smile.

“I sent him to his room. Standard procedure in our house.”

            “No, it’s a good way to diffuse tension. It allows you to compartmentalize and figure your next move. I assume you talked after?”

            “Yes. And it was great. I got a smile out of him, until he got mad for something else and it feels like the entire board gets erased.”

            “He’s a teenager Clark. Not excusing any rudeness, but I think it’s great you give both your boys a little grace when expressing themselves. Some parents are too quick to jump at the smalless inflection in the voice or movement in the face.”

            “My parents were good about those things to. I can lift a submarine, break the sound barrier and kick Kalibak’s backside across Metropolis but Jordan…” He trailed off.

            “Jordan doesn’t need to be saved, Clark,” Leslie finished.

            “I didn’t say that.”

            “But that was where the bus was stopping. When you speak of Jonathan it’s more typical teenager. Having to move, new school, new football team—”

            “Jordan’s powers—”

            “You keep saying that too. I have a question for you.” Clark nodded.

            “Would you have preferred that Jonathan had the powers instead of Jordan?” she caught his hesitation, but waited.

            “I don’t have a favorite Leslie.” It came out more forced then intended but the therapists resolve did not waver.

            “That’s not what I asked Clark. I’ll rephrase, would it have been better If Jonathan had the powers.” Leslie hit a nerve, no small feat. He wouldn’t look into her eyes, just staring down at the tea bag at the bottom of his mug.

            “Jonathan, he has his flaws and like I said I have my short comings with him but, I get him. That sounds horrible. “

            “No, it doesn’t Clark. It sounds honest. Keep going.”

            “I suck at articulating myself.”

            “You’re doing fine. We’ll get every piece in the puzzle in its place.”

            “When I told them my secret, Jordon accused me of wanting John to have the powers instead of him. I take responsibility for not considering, it was just the hurt in his eyes, the hurt in both their eyes. Honestly, I was hoping neither of them would have them. These abilities come with a price. I’ve lost a lot along the way. You have enough on your plate in life without putting on a costume.”

            “Clark, I can tell you for a fact you don’t have a favorite. You just have a different relationship, no more no less, just different,” Leslie sipped.

“It’s not like Jordan and I have nothing in common. We have the same sense of humor, we share the same favorite flavor of ice cream, both love Stephen King novels, I can go on but the older he got the more separated we got and now we share this huge thing.” Clark paused for a moment. Lesley waited with a saint’s patience. 

            “I’m not worried Jordan is going to level a town or become a supervillain. Lois has always been his anker when it came to his mental health. She was able to quell every tantrum and talk him through every anxiety attack, I was lucky if I could make it to one of his therapy sessions. His brother even has a better grasp of what’s going on.”

            “I’m sure your, well maybe training is not the best word, but coaching him with these abilities?”

            “Yes of course, and it’s helped us get closer actually, it’s just…”

            “The unpredictability. I’ll repeat Clark, he’s a teenager. They are figuring things as they go along, they aren’t in the eye of the storm, they are the storm, social anxiety, super powers or not. You are capable of such great feats Clark. You can stop a building from burning with your freeze breath and weld the beams of broken bridges with your fire eyes…” Clark nodded while cracking a smile.

            “But Jordan is not a burning building, or a broken bridge, not even a cat in a tree. He’s a young man like you once were figuring out his place in the world and good fortune to him has a more developed support system.” Clarks’ brow lifted.

            “Don’t get me wrong, your parents were the gold standard. They took a baby and not just any baby, one that fell from the sky and raised him with unconditional love and helped him develop his gifts when they didn’t know what the heck they were doing and when you became a man, they supported you becoming a hero. Your mother made you your first costume. You won a lottery anyone would dream to cash in.” the farm boy shelved his brow, taking in this information as easy as his cup of tea.

            “From what you’ve told me, the boys are acclimating to small town life. Jonathan has made new friends and met a new girl and Jordon is coming out of his shell and through his abilities as well. You teaching him it’s actually bringing you two closer together, not further apart. You told me your powers are driven by emotion, that’s something you can relate to with Jordan, that’s your way in and you both can bounce off each other.”  Clark was about to respond—

            “But what if—”

            “Nope. What if Jordan zapped someone on the field? What if Jonathan blew up in that trailer? What ifs are bread and butter to intrusive thoughts and I sympathize with you having them, we all do. My understanding Clark is that a lot of these insecurities you have stem from Kara and not to be to blunt, Loise’s miscarriage.” That caught the Man of Steel off guard but remembered that Lois did talk to Leslie years ago.

            “I feel like I abandoned her.”

            “You were a young man in his early twenties, finding his place in the world. Not to mention introducing yourself to that world as Superman. No one could expect you to take care of a ten-year-old girl. You gave her to a family that helped her thrive and she has become a remarkable young woman and hero in her own right, regardless of sharing the same crest as her cousin and it wasn’t as if you flew away from her life, you still visited and kept in touch.”

            “And Lois?”

            “You both went through something that many have gone through. It is horrible and immeasurable painful and though you both may never heal completely from such a loss, you and Lois have been fantastic parents to those boys despite the fact you are not going to always get it right.” This was a lot for Clark to process and he could see the session would soon be up on the clock.

            “I know I’ve given you the cliff notes version and this has been a lot for a preliminary consultation, but I promise you if you come see me Clark, with an absolute understanding that you have two lives to juggle, I will help you navigate both sides to the best of my ability.”

            “I would really like that Leslie, I’ve never been this open with someone, except for Lois and I keep having these feelings of inadequacy.”

            “Clark honey. What you need to learn is acceptance. You see, you’re trying to solve everything with Superman, instead of Clark Kent, the husband and father. You have a secret identity for a reason. Jordon is going to be working with his anxiety for the rest of his life, it isn’t going to go away. You can’t protect him from it, like you protect a civilian from criminals. Same goes for Jonathan.” He nods.

            “You think you’re so alone Clark, another thing you and Jordon have in common. The truth is you are going through what so many men, parents, all together human beings have gone through. Trust me, I worked in Arkham. I have had sessions with nuisances like Condiment King all the way down the abyss with that evil fucking clown. I have seen hell in human and it wears a tacky purple suit. You have seen the embodiment of greed and xenophobia and you’ve come out on the other side a better person, but you have to accept that you can’t be invincible all the time and put away the cape when you need to.” Clark wiped his eyes as the clock chimed.

            “Now that I’ve talked your ear off. We will schedule are next session during the week and we will continue discussing all of this as much as we need to.” They both stood.

            “Thank you, Leslie.” Clark hugged the tiny woman and she hugged just as tight.

                                                                        The End

[infinityyrp]

Active 9-13-23

In need of a long term, friendly, rapid fire, daily response roleplay partner.

My name is Sun. I'm 28. Bisexual. A mom and a wife. With that being said, I'm looking for someone 25+ but would make an exception for 21+.

I AM NOT GHOST FRIENDLY— So if you're one of those childish people who ghost people for no reason, please don't even waste your time reading this or messaging me.

If you've made it this far, great! Now on to the real stuff.

I prefer FEMALE partners. I've been creeped out too many times by Males. Which is sad.

I'm only looking for one Fandom at the moment, that Fandom being Teen Wolf.

I'm looking for someone to play Scott McCall AND Derek Hale, For my FEMALE POC OC.

I play a great Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey, Peter Hale and Malia Hale.

I'm comfortable with any pairing. Mxm, fxf, mxf. Though I am looking for a mxf for myself.

I prefer the female role— Most people that hit me up fail to understand the concept of being equal and putting in the same amount of effort for my side as they do theirs.

I will give you the benefit of the doubt though, so doubling is an option to start.

I match energy. Please keep that in mind.

I am available daily. I send multiple replies a day and want a partner with similar schedule/availability. I am big on communication and would like a heads up if you were to get busy.

If the replies aren't consistent, I lose interest. Everyone has a preference and this is mine, so if this isn't doable for you, that's fine. Keep it moving. ❤️

If you are NOT familiar with Teen wolf, I am open to original stories and plots if you can make a werewolf or vampire OC out of Tyler Hoechlin and make him interesting. I'll return the favor, making an OC love interest out of anyone of your choice for your side.

I have NO LIMITS, except for bathroom play and deep pedophilia. Other than that, my IRL morals aren't effected by a fictional story. (BUT I will respect yours.❤️)

There will be mature, adult, taboo and dark themes involved, if you are NOT comfortable with that, then I am not the partner for you.

I like equal parts smut and story. 50/50.

If you've never played a Male before, I'm not the partner for you.

If you're not comfortable with drama and angst in roleplay, I am also not the partner for you. I like love triangles, cheating, unwanted pregnancies, stalking, ddlg, omegaverse, alot of crazy shit. Lmao. My life is fluffy enough, I don't want fluff all the time in my stories.

Please be comfortable with discord and tupperbox.

Please be open to being friends outside of roleplay.

Please be kind.

If you've made it this far, I'm looking forward to hearing from you! ❤️

My discord is: infinityyrp

[fyeahsterek72]

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#stiles stilinski - 12 posts

#derek hale - 11 posts

#teen wolf - 9 posts

#chaos event - 4 posts

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#5

Food for thought

35 notes - Posted September 8, 2022

#4

Chapter 33 of The Great Bi Awakening is up

After the Bite.

In which: Stiles wants to claim Derek. Derek melts. He's also very horny. Peter shows up at the loft. He and Stiles scheme.

41 notes - Posted September 14, 2022

#3

THE CURE

Published today as part of @sterekreversechallenges 2022 Reverse Bang

Read it here

Based on Art and a prompt by @d0gbite (CreationMyth on AO3) with additional moodboards and playlist by @d0gbite in the fic

Fic by @fyeahsterek72 (HisBeloved on AO3)

Summary:

When it began, it was subtle. Dreams within dreams that felt real, his awake moments less real than the time spent asleep. Dreams where he was with Lydia - sleeping, sitting at lunch, driving somewhere vitally important.

Why was he with Lydia? Were they together? When and how did it happen? When he asked himself these questions, the answers simply came and that felt like enough, even if the answers were nonsensical.

After a while, he didn’t feel the need to question the why anymore.

This is a pre-slash, canon divergent story that looks at Stiles' possession by the Nogitsune from his point of view with a moment before the confrontation at the loft in which Derek agrees to host the Nogitsune in exchange for Stiles' life.

Rated Explicit for Graphic Depictions of Violence and Major Character Death. This one has All The Angst.

41 notes - Posted July 3, 2022

#2

The Curse of the Love Sweater

Coming July 23

Written by: HisBeloved (fyeahsterek72/droppedstitches72

With Art by: delete-risks

Rating: E (56K, human au, yarn store au, knitting au, YouTuber Stiles, knitwear designer Derek, so much fluff, explicit sexual content, prepare to get diabetes it’s so sweet)

Excerpt:

“Welcome to Lucky Ewe! On Lucky Ewe, my best friends Scott and Erica and I talk about yarn, knitting, crochet, and all other things yarnie!  Lucky Ewe is a community yarn shop in Beacon Hills, California and we like to think of ourselves as the neighborhood hangout for the crafty types.  We do online orders, too; you can find our web address below and in the show notes!” 

“I'm Stiles, this is my best friend in the entire world, stepbrother, and co-owner, Scott McCall - Scottie, I’m so happy you could join us today!  Scott’s a veterinarian, too, so he doesn’t have all the time in the world, and we’re so happy when he can join us!  And to my left is my sister-from-another-mister Erica Reyes, fellow shopkeeper, fellow knitter, Super Friend!”

...

Taking a deep breath, Stiles turned to Scott and said, “So, what did you do this weekend Scott?"

For just a moment, Scott looked like he’d been caught doing something that he wasn’t supposed to do. “Um, yeah, Ali and I went out again.  She’s amazing.  And I met her dad, who is terrifying, and his husband, who sort of looked like he wanted to eat me?”

“Well, you are sexy in a lifetime friends sort of way,” Stiles commented, Erica nodding her head in agreement.  “So why the look that you’d been caught?  We love Ali!  She’s been coming here for years; it’s about time you two started dating.”

Looking at the camera, Erica said, “They’ve been mooning disgustingly over each other forever.”

“Like you’re not naming our sale codes after Boyd,” Scott countered, smiling with affection.

“Don’t avoid the question, Scottie.  You know I’ll drag it out of you eventually,” Stiles said.

“Well, the easiest way to meet both her dad and stepdad was - well, see, Peter, her stepdad ..”

“Peter Hale, folks, famous vintner behind Wolf’s Head Wines and SUUUUPER loaded,” Stiles supplied.

“Yeah, him.  He hangs out at his nephew’s store a lot.” Scott replied, looking at his hands, which he was wringing underneath the table.

“His nephew being Derek Hale?  The same Derek Hale who runs The Hale Yarn Company?” Erica challenged, looking aghast.

“It’s not like you haven’t been there a hundred times, what with Boyd working there,” Scott argued back.

“Yes, but you said, and I quote, ‘I will never step foot in The Hale Yarn Company,’ and then Stiles said that was ridiculous, that you could go wherever you wanted, and then you said that Claudia had a good reason for not liking them even though no one knows what that reason was and also that it was in Cottonwood Valley and Cottonwood Valley makes you feel like you should buy a better car and they only have Whole Foods for groceries which is way too expensive and no good fast food...”

“Which, folks, means that they don’t have Panda Express,” Stiles interrupted.

“Panda Express is the bomb,” Scott mused with a smile.

“It’s all about the orange chicken,” Stiles contributed.

Coming Soon to the @twsterekbigbang!

163 notes - Posted May 30, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

For my birthday in September an anonymous gifter bought me a commission from @seanchaidh7!  Here it is! (I couldn’t be more thrilled with it - look at how beautiful they are!  Look at the lighting in the hall!  Look at their beautiful expressions! Ashley is AMAZING in every way!!)

This art is based on Chapter 15 of my ongoing Sterek COVID roommates fic, The Great Bi Awakening:

And Derek was now fully facing Stiles and they'd stepped closer to each other.

"Yeah?" breathed Stiles as Derek looked at his lips again and then looked Stiles in the eyes.

Derek nodded.

Stiles - he just couldn't think.  Because Derek Hale was beautiful.  The most beautiful person to have ever been created.  And Derek Hale opened up to him and would rip his soul out for Stiles if he thought that was what it took to help Stiles.  And Stiles would do the same in a second.   Immediately.

And that's when Stiles realized it, fully and completely and without a doubt.  That's when he knew that this is what it feels like - this, here, with Derek - this is what it feels like to love someone.  Wholly and completely and without reservation. The opening up and the vulnerability and the trust and the safety, it was love.  And having a past with a person, and being best friends with them.  And picking out their furniture and them holding you when you cry and then wiping  the snot off of your face in the still of the night.   This was love.

He was in love with Derek Hale.  And he was pretty damn sure that Derek Hale was in love with him.

His lips were so close, and when Stiles looked up, Derek was staring in his eyes.  He looked so impassioned and open and  ready .  Like he wanted to move in closer but he just couldn't move those last few inches.

So Stiles did it for him.

611 notes - Posted October 19, 2022

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[ao3feed-brucewayne]

All I Need Is Hope

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/mfxpWln by JayyVon699 Moving to Smallville with two 9 year-olds was a huge change for their family. Luckily, the boys take to the move like Champs. However, Clark and Eris never expected all of the hurtles that would be thrown their way. Words: 8277, Chapters: 6/40, Language: English Fandoms: Superman & Lois (TV 2021), Superman - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Characters: Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Original Characters, Jonathan Kent, Jordan Kent, Lana Lang, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson Relationships: Clark Kent/Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Family Feels, Sweet, Superman Played by Tyler Hoechlin, Clark Kent is Superman, Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Romantic Comedy, Romantic Fluff, Best Friends, Twins, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Hope read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/mfxpWln

[ao3feed-superbat]

Ad hoc

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/yr0c6FQ by Sabichii Debido a la baja natalidad de Alfas y Omegas, el gobierno decide que lo mejor es registrar aquellas personas que nazcan con segundo género y, a través de varios estudios, dar con las parejas más compatibles para asegurar el nacimiento de más alfas y omegas. El destino de Bruce queda unido a un tal Clark Kent, así que hará todo lo que esté a su alcance para gustarle lo menos posible. Lo malo es que el Sr. Kent tiene gustos muy raros y, entre más cosas aleatorias se le ocurren a Bruce, solo logran gustarse más y más. Words: 4954, Chapters: 1/?, Language: Español Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, The Batman (Movie 2022), Superman - All Media Types, Superman & Lois (TV 2021) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Clark Kent, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Lois Lane, James "Jimmy" Olsen Relationships: Clark Kent/Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Bruce Wayne, Alpha Clark Kent, Dystopia, Birth Control, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Feelings, Bruce Wayne is Bad at Communicating, Batman Played by Robert Pattinson, Superman Played by Tyler Hoechlin, Clark Kent Loves Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent Needs a Hug, Hurt Clark Kent, Fluff and Angst, Domestic Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Idiots in Love, Bruce Wayne is a Little Shit, Bruce Wayne is Brucie Wayne, Bruce Wayne is Jealous, Angry Sex, Rough Sex, Anal Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Oral Sex, Sex in a Car, Drunk Sex, Sex Club read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/yr0c6FQ

[frasier-crane-style]

I'll cover the sequels in one go since they're pretty much one long movie.

-First off, they way overuse poppy/sultry R&B songs for the love scenes. It gets to the point where they play a cover of I Feel Good. Yes, James Brown's I Feel Good. One R&B song takes place during a car chase.

-I made fun of the whole "do I like being spanked?" plot of the first movie, but at least it was a throughline. Once that gets resolved, you're left with a bunch of mini-conflicts that are either instantly resolved or strung out beyond belief... basically just nonsense for everyone to do between sex scenes. Let me see if I can remember all of them in the second movie alone.

In the classic tradition of Spider-Man and Venom teaming up to fight Carnage (who is even worse than Venom), accusations of Christian being a creepy, controlling loser are belied by introducing Jack Hyde, Ana's boss, who is an even creepier and more controlling loser.

One of Christian's former subs from the "Fuck. Hard." days is back and stalking him and Ana.

Ella, who introduced Christian to bondage via molestation, is set against his relationship with Ana.

Christian's helicopter crashes.

Basically, the movies shift into being psychological thrillers/erotic thrillers, which we as a country used to be good at. But Christian is a hypercompetent billionaire with all the endless resources that implies, so no one really has a shot against him. You're left with a bunch of domestic fluff with characters that I don't think anyone likes enough to want to see shopping for curtains.

Say what you will about Twilight, but at least they had evil vampires around to provide some drama. In the third movie, arch-villain Jack Hyde Metal Gear Solids into Christian's company and sets off a bomb. It's both completely over the top and yet still not enough to put a dent in Christian.

-I'm not saying this proves me right about my hypothesis, but the second movie starts off with Christian telling Ana that he's sworn off bondage--you know, his key passion in life and a pretty core part of his identity--in order to be with her. Because a woman wrote this, the story sees nothing wrong with then deciding Ana IS interested in bondage and deciding she wants to experiment with being spanked and sex toyed (she has to be the only woman in America who tries out ben-wa balls before a vibrator).

-God knows I don't know how it feels to parade my business around in every multiplex in America, but it gets a bit risible how often Dakota Johnson wears panties in her nude scenes (these are the things you think about when a movie is 25% nude scene). Couldn't she wear a merkin? Is there that much of a difference between wearing a merkin and a thong? I'm not being judgey here, I'm really curious.

-To ruin a pleasant surprise for those of you who are too smart to sit through this shit, at one point Tyler Hoechlin shows up. With his glasses, he's pretty much a dead ringer for Clark Kent in his beardy Jon Kent-raising days.

-I feel bad for the actor who plays Jose, who's stuck in the Lovelorn Would-Be Suitor role. Because it's not enough that Ana has a Billionaire Sex God after her cooch, she has to be unattainably desirable to lesser men as well, who dream about getting with her though It Will Never Happen. I thought the first movie added some shading to the stock scenario of him getting drunk and coming onto Ana so that Christian could Defend Her Honor--the way they played it, you might say Christian was overreacting and displaying the possessiveness that would be part of his character flaws. But come the sequel, Jose has held an entire art gallery centering around photographs of Ana without asking her consent. Because if any man in this universe had respect for boundaries, it would make Christian come off really shitty.

-Although... what did Ana think would happen when she posed for photographs for her artist friend who was planning on opening a gallery?

Very early on in this movie, hero Christian Grey gives da chick the standard romantic leading man speech about how he's bad news--a loner, Dottie, a rebel--and she should still clear of him. At this point, they've gone out to get coffee one time and he's saved her from a careening bike messenger. I know it must be exciting to tell a lady that she should stay away from your twisted mind for her own feminine good, but dude, save it for at least the second date.

This came to Netflix, so I figured I might as well give a shot. It's a failure, obviously, but it's an interesting failure. There are talented people both on screen and behind the scenes, and it looks like a movie, but all their efforts amount to putting lipstick on a pig. Would it be unfairly inside-baseball to repeat the reports of a troubled production, with the author insisting on an adaptation that was too faithful for its own good?

Try not to do a shot every time heroine Anastasia Steele* extravagantly bites her lower lip in lust.

(how come Dakota Johnson's character name in this is way more silly than the name of the literal superhero she played?)

To be fair to the movie, I've seen a ton of waggish assholes like, well, me, declare that this movie is a camp classic of unintended hilarity and guys, c'mon. There's no way they didn't intend "What are buttplugs?" as a laughline.

In fact, with Dakota Johnson's sitcom star comedic timing and winsome charm, watching this movie is a bit like finding a coke-begotten relic of the 80s where some madman paired Meg Ryan and Rutger Hauer (it doesn't help that, as "Mr. Grey," they cast an actor that plays serial killers about as often as heartthrobs).

I'm making this story sound interesting, but it's not able to succeed on its own terms, as whenever it tries to get serious, the drama runs headlong into a howler of a line that must be verboten from the books. "I'm fifty shades of fucked up!" Christian groans at one point.

"I don't make love. I fuck. Hard," is another line that even Sir Michael Caine couldn't get into working order.

It's a shame, because there's no real reason a modern-day gothic romance can't work. Sure, there's no real plot to the thing besides Ana and Christian's doomed/not-so-doomed romance, but there are worse foundations for a movie than a relationship where the guy wants to hurt his lady love as much as romance her. It's fucked up, but imagine what a Cronenberg or Verhoeven could do with the assignment. Well, full frontal, probably.

(The compromise to keep Jamie Dornan from spending a third of the movie displaying the status of his circumcision is that he does most every sex scene in a worn pair of jeans. I probably should've been too stunned by his abs to wonder at this, but dude's a billionaire. Is he doing yardwork in those jeans? Home repair? Or have they gotten all the holes in them purely from screwing? Man, that guy does fuck. Hard.)

You know, given that bondage is a pretty common fetish, you'd think Christian Grey--an ubersexy twenty-something billionaire--would be able to find a woman who's into, y'know, all that--especially since his wildest antics are a little whipping and possible anal fisting.

I know there'd be no story if he didn't immediately fall in love with Anastasia Steele (snicker) and if she wasn't only putting up with the bondage to get the package deal. Still, that is a pretty contrived starting point, isn't it? At least Team Edward has the excuse of that whole 'my own personal brand of heroin' thing.

[sourwulf]

just take the bed — derek hale x reader

༄  word count  —  1,094

፨  characters  —  derek hale

☓  tw  —  none

⊹  cw  —  blood, gore

☇  prompt list — # 17 & 21

✎  masterlist

─

“you’ve gotta be shitting me,” you said, looking at the motel key stiles held in front of you. “i’m not sleeping in the same room as him.”

“it’s just for one night. scott is going with me, and allison is going with lydia. that just leaves the two of you. and i’m not paying for four rooms.”

“stiles-”

“no. no buts. you’re gonna stay in a room with him, you’re gonna sleep, and then we leave in the morning. you don’t even have to talk to him.”

you sighed, reluctantly taking the key from him. you looked over at your car and saw derek getting his bag out, groaning to yourself. you walked over and looked at him, crossing your arms.

“i guess we’re roommates for the night.” he looked at you and had a passive aggressive expression plastered to his face.

“great.” he shut the trunk door before you could walk over and get your stuff, smiling cockily to himself. he grabbed the key out of your hand before walking off.

when he was a few feet away, you mumbled to yourself, “asshole.”

“heard that,” he called.

when you’d gotten your bag, you slowly hiked across the parking lot to the room labeled with a large twelve, and you took a deep breath.

you and derek had a history. he’d never liked you, not even when you met. you weren’t sure why or what you’d done to him, but he just immediately decided he had no interest in being your friend.

every single time something happened to your friends, they wanted derek there, against your protesting. they always said he could help, but you were usually convinced that you could figure it out without him.

but despite the act he kept up, you knew he didn’t hate you.

the night after you turned eighteen, you were t-boned about three miles from your house at almost midnight. they were going 60, driving drunk. they were passed out when they hit you, but you were trapped in your upside down car on an empty street.

you were bleeding from your side and head, and you were out of it. you’d slammed your head against the steering wheel and window, and a large piece of glass was impaling your side right under your ribs.

only a couple of minutes after the collision, derek showed up. he called nine-one-one and pulled you out of your car, keeping pressure on the massive bleeding wound.

he rode with you to the hospital, making sure you got there safe before leaving.

but ever since then, as much as you hated to admit it, there was chemistry between you two. chemistry, actually, was an understatement. you saw how he stared at you, how his eyes were drawn to you.

and you refused to admit that you felt the same. maybe it had to do with him saving your life, maybe it was just that, even though you were supposed to hate him, he was attractive. he was one of the most attractive men you knew, and you couldn’t not admit that.

“you can come in,” he said loudly from inside the room, making you realize you’d been standing there for a few minutes.

rolling your eyes, you pushed the door open.

“oh, god.” there was only one bed. of course there was only one bed. he was sitting on it, texting someone on his phone. you walked in and shut the door, setting your bag down on the table.

‘i’m gonna kill him,’ you thought, knowing stiles got you guys a one-bed room on purpose.

“i’ll take the floor,” he said, not looking at you.

“i’ll take it, you take the bed.”

he looked at the floor. “this floor is disgusting.”

“better than sharing a bed with you.”

“jesus, y/n, just take the bed.”

“no.”

just then, you saw a cockroach crawl out from under the bed, which he crushed under his shoe. your mouth gaped open in disgust and he looked at you.

“you sure you don’t wanna just share the bed?”

—

laying in the same bed as derek was awkward. you were tense, and the silence was heavy in the air. you had enough room to not touch him, but you still were keeping yourself on the edge of the bed, facing away from him.

he scooted in closer and you tensed your body.

“i will set this bed on fire if you don’t stay on your side,” you said, hearing him chuckle. “it’s not funny.”

“it’s hilarious, actually.”

“how is any of this remotely funny?”

“we hate each other and now we’re being forced to sleep in the same bed.”

“yeah, well, it would be a lot easier if we didn’t talk.”

he was silent for a few seconds. “maybe i don’t hate you entirely.”

you rolled your eyes again. “yeah, i have a hard time believing that.”

“why?”

you groaned, rolling over to look at him. he had a smug expression, almost as if he enjoyed how frustrated you were.

“maybe because you get mad when i’m around, or you don’t like me tagging along with stiles, or that every time i speak, you ignore me.”

“doesn’t mean i hate you.”

you recoiled, a disgusted look forming on your face. “please don’t tell me you’re one of those guys who shows me they wanna be my friend by being mean to me.”

he was now on his side, your faces inches away from each other.

“no. no, that’s not my intention.”

“okay, then why are you mean to me?”

he didn’t answer for a moment, thinking of what to say. “i... have a hard time with emotions. showing that i’m attracted to someone is difficult for me. and i’m not trying to make you feel-”

“what?”

he raised his eyebrows. “what?”

“you’re... attracted to me?”

he realized what he said, but just stayed silent for a few seconds. “yeah, how could i not be?” you laughed, and he smiled at you. “what?”

you shook your head. “nothing.”

a second later, he was pulling you in for a kiss, which you gladly accepted and returned. his hand landed on your hip and pulled you in closer, allowing him to deepen the kiss.

you were the first to pull away, a smile creeping onto your face.

“that was nice.”

he nodded. “yeah.”

“are you done being a dick to me?”

his eyes flashed down to your lips and back up to your eyes. “no promises.”

you slapped him on the shoulder and he chuckled. “so that’s a no.”

[lxndonorris]

stay - Tyler Hoechlin

Y/N x Tyler Hoechlin

Theme: Fluff, a bit angsty, (not too explicit)

you asking Tyler to stay at your place for the first time in your relationship x

word count: 1210+

Today has been very important for you because it was the day of your third date with Tyler, who you’ve met nearly three weeks before at a  party of a mutual friend. Sparks and butterflies were flying right away and everyone said that you should go out on a date with each other. At first, you were skeptical, when did good things ever happen to you? Why would a man like him even want to meet you another time? However, he got your number from one of your friends and called you three days later, actually asking you out to dinner with him.

It went really well and it didn’t take long for the two of you to get together. Still, you were not sure if it would be a good decision to rush this and turned his offer down to get back to his place after your second date. Somehow, you felt really bad about it, afraid that he would be mad at you, but this wasn’t the case. Tyler was understanding, even apologizing if he might have crossed a line. This made you really happy and after a week of you thinking deeply about the next possible steps, you asked him to visit you at your place, order some takeout and just see where the night would take you.

Now, you’re sitting on your sofa, your legs casually lying on his lap while he strokes your thighs gently. The leftovers of your dinner, two huge boxes with one last slice of pepperoni pizza, and an empty bottle of wine are resting on the wooden table in front of you, showing how much the two of you actually enjoyed the date. Right then, you’re browsing Instagram on your phone when you catch Tyler starring at you from behind your phone screen, blushing slightly when you put it down.

“What?” You say, smiling shyly, enjoying the sight of this huge guy being flustered by you. “It’s nothing.” He says quickly, looking at his hand still stroking your thighs before he watches you from the corner of his eye. “Really, I can see you lying.” You smirk playfully, nudging him with your foot. “Okay, but don’t laugh, okay?” Tyler giggles nervously, his face shining brightly red. “I promise.” You pout, letting your hair fall right into your face. “It’s just- You’re so pretty.” He says carefully, hoping that you would not hear him.

Now you’re blushing as well as you throw your hair back to watch into his gorgeous eyes looking right back at you. “Thank you.” You say, placing a hand at his shoulder, stroking his arm tenderly to his warm hand. He slowly leans into you, with you closing your eyes in expectation of his lips on yours and as soon as he kisses you, you feel sparks flying everywhere. You’re embracing him completely, kissing him again and again, each kiss more passionate than the one before.

However, you cannot help yourself and yawn right into his mouth, causing him to giggle shyly. “I’m sorry.” You say, holding back another long yawn without much use. “It’s fine, it’s pretty late, to be honest,” Tyler says, looking at his watch before his eyes meet yours once more. “Yes, can’t believe it’s nearly midnight.” You say, smiling brightly. After a moment of silence, his whole body stiffens, and his face tenses harshly. “Uh, I think I should go.” He says, putting your feet down to the ground, and gets up from the sofa. 

Thinking about what to say, you get up as well and follow him to the wardrobe while he takes his jacket and turns back towards you. Before he can say anything, however, you reach for his arm, holding him tightly. “Tyler?” You say shyly, causing him to raise both of his eyebrows. “Yeah?” He says, confused but happy at the same time. “Would you stay the night?” You say, hearing your own voice breaking slightly. “Oh, sure, if you want me to?” Tyler smiles encouragingly, holding his leather jacket close to his chest.

“Yes, please.” You say, pulling at his arm as he puts his jacket back in the wardrobe. “Okay, can’t deny that request.” Now, you’re placing a hand at his chest, leaning in for another long and loving kiss. After you separate, he yawns too, even rubbing his eye carefully. “You’re so cute.” You caress his cheek gently, tracing his firm jawline to his chin, holding his face tenderly. “You’re one to talk,” Tyler says, booping your nose, causing you to giggle shortly. “We should go to bed.” Without waiting for his response, you lead him through the living room, the hallway, and right into your bedroom.

Unable to say anything, he just giggles the whole way, squeezing your hand lovingly. As soon as you are in the room, you turn the light on and open your closet, looking for anything to wear for the night. Once you find your favorite shirt and pants, you turn around to see Tyler standing there, shirtless, just taking his watch off. Blushing at the sight of his well-formed body, you stutter, trying your best to regain your composure. He notices you all flustered now and blushes as well. “Oh, I hope you don't mind. I don’t have anything with me.”

Your eyes wander from his chest back to his face, catching him smiling nervously, not sure if this crossed a boundary. “Just if you’re comfortable.” You shrug, closing the closet, and walk past him, into the bathroom to change into something more comfortable. Taking a deep breath before getting back to him, you have a last look at yourself in the mirror and open the door, seeing him already in bed, his shirt lying in front of you on the floor. Still blushing, you walk to the other side of the bed, with him watching you closely. Then, you turn the lights off and climb into the bed, sliding underneath the blanket.

You can feel him moving, so you reach for his hand and he embraces yours instantly. “It’s okay.” He takes a deep breath, and because of your eyes, slowly adjusting to the darkness of the night, you see a tensed expression on his face. “I don’t wanna rush it, you know,” Tyler says quietly, squeezing your hand warmly. “Me neither, but- It feels right.” You say, smiling encouragingly as you see him relaxing. “I know. I feel the same.” He says and you move closer to him, feeling the warmth of his body spending comfort immediately. 

While he opens his arms, you get even closer, resting your head on his arm, and put a hand at his bare chest, feeling it bulging against the palm of your hand. “I’m happy you’re here.” You say, stroking his chest gently. “I’m happy you asked me to stay,” Tyler says, kissing you once, then twice, his sweet taste mixed with the sour taste of alcohol lingering on your tongue. “Always.” You say, kissing him one last time, before you snuggle up against his body, leaning your head against his chest. “Good night, Y/N.” He says, stroking your back carefully.

“Good night.” You say quietly and it doesn’t take long for the two of you to fall asleep inside each other’s arms.

[infinityyrp]

Active 6-27-23

Looking for a 21+ literate, slightly descriptive roleplay partner. Preferably female, I've had too many bad encounters with Male writers unfortunately.

My name is Sunnie. I'm 28, with 14 years of rp under my belt. I write in third or first. Either is fine with me! I'm female, I'm married and a mom so you'll get no funny business from me. I'm not ghost friendly, either. We are adults, please act like it and openly communicate. Thank you.

I'm looking for someone around daily, can reply a few times a day or preferably rapid fire. I'm around daily. I work from home and barely have a social life so I'm around for the most part of the day.

I like dark, mature themes and I am trigger friendly and will respect boundaries.

I like equal parts story and equal parts smut.

Please be comfortable with all aspects of drama. Fluff gets boring all the time.

Please be comfortable with pregnancy and kids in a rp as well.

Im open to discussing taboo topics but will let you know if I'm uncomfortable.

My limits are the obvious, deep pedophilia, meaning I won't do anything under 17. I won't do bathroom Play, and I won't do heavy rape. If it's mentioned it's fine.

The fandoms I'm in are:

TVD

The Originals

Pretty little liars

Shadowhunters

Teen wolf

I'm open for original roleplay IF you can give me a werewolf OC out of Tyler Hoechlin.

I double, so I'll also give you anyone you want!

Right now the fandoms I'm actively looking for are pretty little liars and teen wolf.

Pretty little liars I'm looking for someone to play Ezra Fitz against my female (poc) OC. I'll play anyone you want against your OC.

Teen wolf I'm looking for someone to play Derek Hale AND Scott McCall against my female OC. I'll play anyone you want, though my specialty in this Fandom is Stiles and Isaac.

Please keep in mind I match energy. So once I see you giving more effort and feeling into your side of the rp, I might bring it up, but I also might just match your energy and if you don't get the hint, I'll voice it and find a new partner. I prefer NOT to double for this reason, I prefer the female role, but I try to give new partners the benefit of doubt. I give 100% in everything I do, in every ship/pairing and I expect the same from you in return. That's the point of a double.

Please don't let that statement scare you away. I promise I'm very nice and if you give the same effort for mine that you do for yours, there shouldn't be an issue. ❤️

I have alot of original ideas and I love to chat and brainstorm and send playlists and photos and really create a world for our characters!

If you've made it this far, great!

My preferred method of roleplay is discord and please be familiar with tupperbox and organized servers.

I'll be looking forward to hearing from you soon!! So exciting 🙌

My discord information is:

toinfinityyy

[reginaas-mills]

Every Little Thing. -Derek Hale Imagine

 I Based On The Song “Every Little Thing”. 

Warning(s)- Little Angsty 

Some Extra Derek Love for You ;)

“The scent that you left on my pillow. The sound of your heartbeat with mine.”

  I sat on my bed, tears wetting the pillow I lay on. The pillow that Derek slept on when he would come over. It still had his scent on it. Last night I had got upset with Derek because he kicked Isaac out. 

-Flashback-

  “Did you have to throw a glass at his head?” I asked an angry Derek. He looked up at me. “Did you?” I asked again, hoping to get an answer. “He wouldn’t leave, I had no choice.” he said looking back down. “You had no choice? Derek, you always have a choice!” I said raising my voice a bit. Derek ran a hand through his hair before he spoke. “I’m not doing this.” he said shaking his head and turning around. 

  “Um, you are.” I said turning him to me. “You know what, if you’re so angry with me about it, Leave! I’m not stopping you.” Derek said grabbing my wrist, as his Alpha eyes came into view. I let out a small screech as he gripped my wrist tighter. He let go of me realization set in at what he had done. “Y/N, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it,” He said with watery eyes. I scoffed and shook my head as I ran upstairs. I packed my stuff as quickly as I could, running downstairs with my bag. “Where are you going?” Derek asked walking over to me. 

 “I’m leaving! You clearly don’t want me here Derek.” I said walking past him. He grabbed my shoulder softly, turning me to him. “Please stay Y/N.” He said looking down, eyes watering more. “If you don’t want Isaac here, you must not want me here either.” I said moving from his grip and walking to the door. “Goodbye, Derek.” I said as I walked out, closing the door behind me. 

-End Of Flashback-

“Every little thing, I remember every little thing. The high, the hurt, the shine, the sting, of every little thing.”

  I heard a knock at my door, knocking me out of that flashback. “Coming!” I said as I went down the stairs. I opened the door to see a soaking wet Derek. “Derek?” I said with a concerned look. He looked up and took a breath before he spoke. “Y/N, I’m sorry for kicking Isaac out. I wanted to keep him safe. I didn’t know pushing him away, would push you away too. I never meant to hurt you. I’m sorry. I’ll be leaving for a while, to let you be happy. To find someone that can genuinely make you happy, I love you Y/N.” 

  As he finished he turned around and started walking to his car. What he had said had brought tears to my eyes. I ran up to him grabbing his shoulder whipping him around to me. “I don’t want anyone else to make me happy, Derek. I want you.” I said smashing my lips onto his. 

  We pulled apart after a few seconds, breathless. “Stay. Please.” I said resting my forehead on his. He nodded pulling me into another kiss. “I love you too, Derek.”

[lomlscott]

if isaac was in s1

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

All I Need Is Hope

by JayyVon699 Moving to Smallville with two 9 year-olds was a huge change for their family. Luckily, the boys take to the move like Champs. However, Clark and Eris never expected all of the hurtles that would be thrown their way. Words: 8277, Chapters: 6/40, Language: English Fandoms: Superman & Lois (TV 2021), Superman - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Characters: Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Original Characters, Jonathan Kent, Jordan Kent, Lana Lang, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson Relationships: Clark Kent/Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Family Feels, Sweet, Superman Played by Tyler Hoechlin, Clark Kent is Superman, Fluff, Fluff and Smut, Romantic Comedy, Romantic Fluff, Best Friends, Twins, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Hope via https://ift.tt/mfxpWln