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[kilowogcore]

Baka Super-kun! Don't you understand that I… that I like being with you!

--Doki doki sound effects--

(Art sampled from "My Adventures with Superman" Vol. 1 #1 by Josie Campbell, Pablo Collar, Nick Filardi, Lucas Gattoni, Andrew Marino, Katie Kubert, and Sabrina Futch)

[star-on-a-beach]

TAOCCTOBER DAY 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, and 23: Comfort, Decay, Presence, Pity, Commemorate, and Distort

I really gotta get back to doing these consistently

But we got

Sad yume being comforted by Hebi-kun

Zombie observing his decay

Ode with their very intimidating presence

Chase trying to ignore Ocean's pity

Some flowers to commemorate the Marinos' father

And the distortion of abstranon

Hhhhhh

Some of these prompts are HARD

@a-broken-dream (only gonna tag you once) @zombie-an0n @abstraction-an0n @sh4tt3rg1rl

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[a3-supeingo]

Episodio 2, Capítulo 35: Ovación final

Personal: ¡Tienen 5 minutos!

Izumi: Chicos, pronto se levantará el telón.

Muku: ¡Ah, sí!

Kazunari: ¡Muy bien, vamos!

Misumi: Sí~.

Tenma: …

Yuki: …

Tenma: …Yuki.

Yuki: ¿Qué pasa?

Tenma: Muku.

Muku: ¿Eh?

Tenma: Kazunari.

Kazunari: ¿Pasa algo malo, Tenten?

Tenma: Misumi.

Misumi: ¿Qué es?

Tenma: …Estoy feliz de ser capaz de estar en este escenario con todos ustedes.

Chicos, ustedes son mis compañeros importantes. Pienso en ustedes como mis… amigos.

Kazunari: Tenten…

Tenma: Kazunari, verás, cuando dijiste en ese entonces que éramos amigos… Fue vergonzoso, pero me hizo muy feliz.

Lamento haber dicho que eras una persona superficial en nuestro campamento de entrenamiento.

Kazunari: Eso… No importa, ¿sabes?

Tenma: Y, por último, quiero hacer la mejor obra junto a ustedes. Y hoy es nuestra única oportunidad para hacerlo…

Así que, ¿me seguirán?

Yuki: …No necesitas preguntar.

Muku: ¡Por supuesto!

Kazunari: ¡Hagámoslo juntos!

Misumi: ¡Seguiré a Tenma~!

Tenma: Bien, reúnanse.

¡Troupe de Verano, vamos!

Todos: ¡Vaamoooss!

Scheherazade: Esta noche también te contaré una historia. Sí, esta es una de las mil historias…

Izumi: (Yuki-kun está un poco nervioso, ¿eh? Justo como lo pensaba.)

Alibaba: ¿Por qué tan distraída, Scheherezade?

Izumi: (¿Eh? Este diálogo no está en el libreto. Ah, es la improvisación de Tenma-kun)

Scheherezade: …

Alibaba: Oye, molestia. ¿Me estás escuchando?

Scheherezade: …Tú eres la molestia, tú, eterno pobretón. Si vas a tratarme así, no te contaré ninguna historia.

Izumi: (Bien, Yuki-kun ya no está nervioso. Han vuelto a ser los de siempre.)

***

Alibaba: ¿¡De verdad eres Aladino!?

Aladino: Sí, soy yo…

Alibaba: No puedo creer que esta persona aburrida sea ese Aladino. ¿De verdad tienes la lámpara mágica…?

Aladino: ¡Qué cruel! ¡No soy aburrido!

Alibaba: Pero todas las chicas te rechazaron cuando les coqueteaste.

Aladino: Esa es una de las técnicas secretas de amor de Aladino. Con la técnica número 1128…

Alibaba: ¡Tienes demasiadas técnicas!

Audiencia A: ¡Ajaja!

Audiencia B: ¿¡Antes había diálogos así!?

Izumi: (Tenma-kun está haciendo muchas improvisaciones. Todos se están riendo mucho.)

***

Alibaba: ¿No eres un marino…? Pero se supone que Sinbad es un marino, ¿estamos en la historia equivocada o algo así?

Sinbad: Ah, está bien. Seguimos la historia original. Escuché que la aventura de Sinbad el marino en verdad se llama Sinbad el leñador…

Alibaba: ¡No digas tonterías! ¡Despierta!

Audiencia A: ¡Pfft!

Audiencia B: ¡Hay demasiadas improvisaciones!

Izumi: (Muku-kun solía desanimarse por todo lo que Tenma-kun le decía antes. De verdad ha crecido, ¿eh?)

***

Alibaba: Quiero decir, ¿de verdad eres el genio? A mí me pareces un humano…

Genio: ¿…Qué hay de esto?

Audiencia A: ¡Ah! ¡Escaló el muro!

Audiencia B: ¡Es rápido! Sorprendente…

Alibaba: Es el genio. El genial genio…

Genio: En esta ocasión a mi maestro le gustan los chistes malos, ya veo…

Alibaba: ¡Te, te equivocas…! ¡Decir chistes malos es vergonzoso…!

Izumi: (Todos son muy enérgicos. Siento como si toda esa tensión y ansiedad se van alejando mientras se divierten en el escenario.)

(La audiencia se está riendo mucho el día de hoy. Parece que las emociones de los chicos se transmitieron a su público.)

(Sólo nos queda la última escena…)

***

Scheherezade: Esta noche también te contaré una historia. El título es "La grandiosa ocasión en la que el Alibaba de tres años mojó la cama"…

Alibaba: ¡¡Nooooooo!!

Scheherezade: Tienes diez segundos.

Alibaba: ¡Ya voy, ya voy!

Debería apresurarme…

Scheherezade: …

Izumi: (¿Eh? La pausa de Scheherezade está tomando mucho tiempo.)

Scheherezade: …Gracias, Alibaba.

Alibaba: …

***

Audiencia A: ¡El murmuro de Scheherazade al final fue algo profundo!

Audiencia B: ¡Lo sé, ¿verdad que sí?! ¡Fue muy bueno!

Izumi: (Me alegra… ¡La presentación final fue un gran éxito!)

Kazunari: Uaa, tengo escalofríos… ¿Qué es esto? Se siente tan bien.

Muku: Sorprendente, ¡recibimos una ovación de pie! Estoy muy contento…

Tenma: ¿Por qué estás llorando?

Kazunari: Como sea, ¡hiciste demasiadas improvisaciones, Tenten!

Tenma: Ya les había pedido que me siguieran.

Misumi: ¡¡Fue muy divertido!! ¡Actuar es divertido!

Kazunari: ¡Tienes toda la razón!

Muku: ¡Sí, lo es!

Tenma: …Gracias, Yuki.

Yuki: Qué asco.

Tenma: ¡Tú…!

Izumi: ¡Chicos, es hora de la ovación final!

Tenma: ¡Vamos…!

¡Muchas gracias!

Muku: ¡Muchas gracias!

Yuki: Gracias.

Kazunari: ¡De verdad, gracias!

Misumi: ¡Gracias~!

***

[Anterior] - [Siguiente]

[dragon-temeraire]

Now I wanna read the fic with skirt from Ridiculous Sentence Prompts. I imagine Stiles like little red riding hood XD

I didn’t have little red riding hood in mind for this prompt, but I kinda worked it in! (On AO3)

In the time since Derek began picking Stiles up everymorning for school, he’s seen Stiles in a lot of different states. Sleepdeprived, overly hyped with energy, still wearing his pajamas (he’d gottendistracted and forgotten to change), or frantically finishing his homework onthe front porch while he waits.

But he’s never seen Stiles like this.

Derek is halfway up the steps, ready to ring the doorbellin case Stiles overslept, when Stiles steps out wearing a—Derek’s mind takes amoment to process—wearing a skirt.

Stiles catches Derek’s stare, lifts his chin and saysdefensively, “The skirt is this short on purpose.”

It’s very short,Derek can’t help noticing. There is a lot of lean, bare leg on display, andDerek struggles to look away. “Did you shave your legs?” he blurts.

“Well, yeah,” Stiles says, like it’s no big deal. He shifts,rubbing his calves together. “They’re very soft and smooth,” he adds excitedly.“Do you want to feel?”

“Um,” Derek says, in a strangled voice, because he’s justnoticed the tiny, tiny shirt Stilesis wearing. It rides up a little on his waist, revealing the flat plane of hisstomach, and it has only the barest approximation of sleeves. It’s more ofStiles’ arms than Derek has ever seen, and that alone is almost sexier than theskirt. “Maybe later,” he gets out, and makes a retreat back to the Camaro.

He quickly adjusts himself in his pants, trying to hide thefact that he’s mostly hard just from seeing Stiles in— “Why are you wearing that?” he asks as soonas Stiles gets in the car.

“Protesting the sexism of the school dress code,” Stilessays cheerfully, thighs spreading as he gets comfortable in the passenger seat,and Derek jerkily faces forward again.

“Did Lydia put you up to this?” he asks as he puts the carin gear and heads toward school.

“Nah,” Stiles says. “I got the idea yesterday, after I sawthe principal in the hall with a ruler, measuring girls’ skirts. And actually,I’ve been thinking about what I could do after Lydia got pulled out of math—herfavorite class—last week, whensomebody thought they saw her bra strap. Because heaven forbid.”

Derek can practically hear Stiles rolling his eyes.

“Are you wearing—”he hazards, sneaking a glance over.

Stiles laughs. “I don’t really think I need the support,” hesays, patting his flat chest. “I did consider it, though. But I think I lookokay, right?”

“Yeah,” Derek says with as little inflection as possible,hands gripping tight on the wheel. “You look fine.”

*

Derek spends the day horribly distracted.

Stiles is in most of his classes, and while he tends todistract Derek pretty regularly anyway, it’s much worse today. Stiles doesn’tknow how to sit in a skirt, so it’s constantly riding up, revealing an enticinglength of creamy thigh. He never keeps still, either, but now his arms are onfull display, so every time he gestures, Derek gets to watch his biceps flex. It’san intriguing sight.

He keeps getting lost in daydreams, picturing Stiles in hislap in the back of the Camaro, grinding down against him as they kiss, and hedoesn’t realize he’s doing it until he gets reallyturned on. It’s very awkward.

His only consolation is that everyone else seems to be distracted,too. He catches both Lydia and Danny looking, and when the teacher calls Stilesup to solve a problem on the board, absolutely no one is paying attention towhat he’s writing.

Stiles thinks everybody is staring because he’s a guy in askirt, but Derek knows the truth. They’re staring because he’s a guy who looks really hot in a skirt.

*

“Well, I think I made my point,” Stiles says smugly.

“You made something,”Derek mutters as he pulls into the driveway. After seeing Stiles dressed likethat all day, he just wants to do is go home and take a nice, long shower. “What happened in theprincipal’s office?” He’s pretty sure at least half the school staff showed upfor that meeting.

“They promised not to be such creepers, if I promised not towear this again,” Stiles says smoothing a hand over his little skirt. “But ifthey go back on that deal, then so do I.”

“Meaning you’re going to keep those clothes,” Derek says,trying not to sound hopeful.

“Oh, for sure,” Stiles says, pushing the door open andclimbing out.

Derek pointedly doesn’t look at his ass.

“Hey, you want to come in for a bit?” Stiles asks as henudges the seat forward and grabs his backpack.

Derek usually hangs out with Stiles after school. It’s theirusual thing, eating snacks on the couch and watching whatever’s on andcomplaining about homework assignments. And typically he doesn’t hesitate toaccept Stiles’ invitation, but today he’s not so sure it’s a good idea.

“Yeah, sure,” he says automatically, then tries not to rollhis eyes at himself.

He follows Stiles into the house, but doesn’t get far beforedeciding he needs to say something. “Stiles, I—would you go on a date with me?”

Stiles turns to look at him, but instead of a real reaction,he just sighs a little and frowns. “You know how many people gave me theirnumbers today? How many people asked me out or propositioned me? I didn’t expectyou to be one of them.” He crosseshis arms, eyes sharp on Derek. “Just because you think I’m suddenlyinteresting, now that I’m wearing a skirt—”

“No,” Derek blurts, then tries to get the rest of his wordsout as fast as possible. “No, it’s not—I’ve liked you for a long time, Stiles.I just never had the nerve to do anything about it. But today showed me that Ididn’t have the time I thought I did, that I couldn’t wait around forever,hoping you’d figure out how I felt. I had to say something—”

Derek is suddenly shoved back against the wall, and for abrief second he thinks Stiles is mad,but then Stiles’ lips are on his, and Derek can do nothing except soften intoit, eyes sliding closed. His hands settle automatically on Stiles’ hips,fingers lightly gripping the fabric of the skirt, and he makes a low moan whenStiles presses his body up against his.

“For the record, I think you look good in everything,” hesays when Stiles breaks the kiss. Then he pauses, because he’s trying to behonest. “Except for that tan-and-brown plaid you have. It’s pretty weirdlooking.”

Stiles laughs against his neck. “I’ll keep that in mind,” hesays. “And I bet you’re happy I’m keeping the skirt.”

“Yeah,” Derek says. There’s no sense in denying it. “Ifnothing else, it’ll make a great Halloween costume.”

Stiles pulls away, grinning. “I tell you what,” he says,stroking his hand down Derek’s cheek. “I’ll dress up as Little Red Riding Hoodif my boyfriend agrees to be the big bad wolf.”

Derek grins back, heart speeding up at the word boyfriend. “Deal,” he says, and letsStiles pull him into another kiss.

[dirtyknots]

Can i ask Derek going Feral alpha Wolf and in order to came back human, he has to fuck and knot every member of the pack (that could include peter, Parrish, sheriff and Chris).? Also maybe some scent marking with piss and cum?

Feral

Kinktober 2017 - Day 28: Xenophilia

Read it on AO3

Rating: E

Pairings: Derek/Stiles, Derek/Everyone

Word Count: 6779

Warnings: Extremely Dubious Consent, Magic Made Them Do It, Non-Consensual Turning

Preview:

They hadn’t done the proper amount of research, is the thing. They’d all looked into how werewolf pregnancy worked, sure, but they failed to realize that if the alpha didn’t have a cub of his own before the pack started reproducing, well…turns out alpha ruts are a thing. A thing they didn’t know about but should have. Stiles blames himself. And also Peter for taking away the alpha they should’ve had. The one who knew these things.

[hotsexydorks]

Can I prompt Bottom Derek? Needy for a big cock? (Top stiles please?)

Sluttywolf: Derek/Stiles

Derek knew it was wrong, he knew it wasn’t right, that there were probably others - but there weren’t. It started one night, he had been on his way to the Stilinski house to talk to Stiles about defensive measures he could take as a human. He didn’t mean to catch an eyeful of the teen in his full glory but he did. It wasn’t his fault that the window was perfectly placed for it and Stiles was oblivious to anything else while he was busy. On top of that Derek certainly didn’t expect to find what he did. Laid out before him was the lean fidgety teen and his glorious cock. He didn’t have any other words for it. It was just that, long thick, veined and just what he never knew he needed. Seeing it made a hungry rip through him and it wasn’t his cock that stirred but his ass. The large muscled behind that went with his body that started show its yearning for him. This wasn’t good. 

~~~

Even though he knew all that and he should forget about it, wipe it from his memory he couldn’t. Derek wasn’t able to pull himself away. He’d come back each night and gawk and wonder at the marvellous cock that was there before him. Each time making sure the teen was asleep. What he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him right, and Stiles always had the heavy stench of lust and arousal around him so he’d want it too; He had to. 

It took nearly a month of Derek sneaking into Stiles’ room before it finally happened. At first it was just him watching it and marvelling. Then he got bolder knowing how the other slept through almost anything. Taking his time working up from his voyeuristic tendencies to touching himself, to touching Stiles , only ever getting the male hard and then jerking himself through the night and creaming his pants. Nights of Derek running away with cum soaked grey sweat pants that just leaked more of his cum as he moved. He even brought a dildo with him one night and rode it watching the cock imagining it was in him 

But now that was changing. He was there, the Sheriff was out till the next night and so this was the time. The wolf continued his ritual, by now it had become one, but this time stripped himself completely. When he was himself ready, hard and leaking he went to work. Positioning himself above the other’s cock he lowered himself. 

All the planning in the world couldn’t have prepared Derek for how euphoric it would be. From the moment he had it touching him he could feel his muscles spreading all too quickly. Almost too quickly. He was half way down Stiles’ cock when he had to stop. His body shaking from the feeling of the massive dick in him. Needy and wanting more he push past it and was great with sparks shooting through his body. Head spinning and blood rushing. Which he immediately rewarded with his own movement. 

Moving up and down never too far up but always down further Derek rode the cock, panting and gushing wishing with all his might that this wouldn’t end. His body reacting to it, each movement had his ass twitching and working the cock in him. For the first while he was watching Stiles but then he too ended up being lost in the same lust that he had seen Stiles be swallowed in before during that first night. 

Stiles on the other hand wasn’t. He had noticed Derek coming into his room far before this. The wolf eventually got so hypnotised each time he didn’t realise that jerking his cock was going to wake Stiles up. The teen had known for at least a week by now. Which was plenty of time for him to practise not reacting while he listened to the needy thing Derek was becoming each night. Almost like a different person. Faced with cock the broody wolf was gone and in his place a cock hungry needy bottom, ready for all the cocks he could see, the bigger the better. 

During the time Derek was lost Stiles opened his eyes and watched Derek bouncing on his cock; almost as if it were where he belonged. His balls were starting to ride up, he was getting close but he wasn’t going to go out without a bang. At first his movements were slow, small and almost unnoticeable. But soon they grew and it caught the wolf by surprise as Stiles had his hands on his hips and was actively fucking his ass.

“Wait.. Stiles! Thi—” He couldn’t finish his sentence before another rippling wave of pleasure coursed through him. Making his body weak and hunching over as he could do nothing but spread his legs and ask for more. But in his defence there wasn’t much else he’d want to be doing. 

Feeling Derek’s ass tighten and squeeze his cock set Stiles off and he was soon filling the wolf’s hole. His thrusts breaking and the fucking slowing down as he came inside him and bred the wolf. 

Left there after the deed the two were panting and Derek made his move to get up which Stiles was not a fan of. He reached for the male’s legs and pulled them from under him, slamming Derek on his cock again using his own weight against him. “Where do you think you’re going Sluttywolf. We’re not done till I say we are.” Stiles smirked at him knowing that as much as he’d try protest the wolf’s ass trying to milk his cock again was proof enough that Derek wasn’t complaining.

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

I know is probably usual but do you have some fic about Derek's beard? Like rimming or beard burn?🙈

Oh yas, @marino-kun! All Sterek, all explicit. - Anastasia

Love lifts us up where we belong by myboybuildscoffins24

(1/1 I 1,086)

Kinktober day 3 Public/Biting/Sthenolagnia

The way you stole my attention was flat-out burglary by dragon_temeraire

(1/1 I 1,412)

Stiles has a secret nobody else knows about.

Burning Need by mmmdraco

(1/1 I 3,593)

When his dad's new girlfriend's eyes glint at dinner, Stiles has a burning need to know what's going on. Of course he ends up having to ask Derek.

Beard Burn & Candy Hearts by BroodingSoul

(1/1 I 3,907)

Everybody has a date for Valentine's Day except for Stiles and Derek. Stiles proposes an anti-Valentine's Day celebration, but Derek has other plans.

Definitely Unexpected by erisgregory

(1/1 I 4,581)

Everyone is home for Christmas, including Derek and Stiles who haven't seen each other in months. Which is why Stiles's beard comes as a shock. It's very... there. And it has a name. This should be ridiculous. It is ridiculous. But when Stiles needs rescuing from Scott's newlywed love shack, Derek can't think about anything other than clinging to his remaining sanity. Unexpected beard or no.

Closer Than Most by Finduilas

(13/13 I 46,978)

Laura organizes a charity bachelor auction to raise money for the wolf sanctuary she and Derek inherited from their parents. Derek reluctantly gets roped into bidding on one of the bachelors, and he sure as hell doesn't know what he's getting himself into when he decides to bid on Stiles.

À la Carte by MereLoup

(8/8 I 55.052)

Lydia turned to Derek, smiling brightly.

“Welcome back, Mr. Hale. I didn’t think we’d see you back so soon. Have you reconsidered a membership?” she asked teasingly, if not a little smugly.

“Still considering,” Derek chuckled softly.

“Mr. Hale here has an invitation,” Malia said, eyes locked on the other patrons in the room.

“How lucky for Mr. Hale,” Lydia responded. “I’ll go ahead and seat you, Mr. Hale.” she said, reaching toward the stack of menus.

“He’s not in the dining room,” Malia called over her shoulder, “He’s in the Velvet Lounge tonight.”

“The Velvet Lounge?” Lydia quirked an eyebrow, her eyes full of mischief. “Lucky, Mr. Hale, indeed,” she grinned lasciviously.

[trilliastra]

“the fuck? who are you?” Sterek plis ❤️ maybe drunk stiles and deputy Derek?

Stiles.

He remembers.

His name is Stiles.

“My name is Sh-tiles.” He tests it out. No, notright. “Sh-ties? Sh-ti? Stiles!” He yells and thenpromptly begins laughing. It's a funny word. “My name is funny.”He laughs again and looks around, he's outside, yeah, he can see thestreet. And he's – sitting down? On the ground? Why? He tries tostand up, fails.

Nope. He giggles. Maybe he should stay here and take a nap, he's kindof tired. And hungry. Hmmn, pizza. “I want pizza.” He says. Wherecan he get pizza?

“Stiles!” Someone screams.

Hey, it's his name! “I'm Stiles!” He yells. “I know that!” Helaughs again when someone kneels in front of him. “I'm Stiles!”

“Yes, you are.” The guy says, mutters thank God and I told you to stay inside. He hasgreen eyes, Stiles likes green eyes.

“Your eyes are pretty.” He has pretty lips too, Stiles kind ofwants to kiss them. “Can I kiss you?”

The guy closes his eyes, shakes his head. “Not now. Let me take youhome first.”

“Why?” Stiles whines as the guy helps him stand up. Hmmnn, Stilesleans his head against the guy's shoulder, it's warm. It's definitelynicer than the ground, maybe he should take a nap. “Hmmmnn.”He sighs. “I like you.” He slurs, closing his eyes happily.

–

He startles awake when he feels someone messing with his shoes.“Gah!” He screams, jumping back and nearly falling off abed. “The fuck? Who are you?” He keeps screaming, reaches for apillow and throws it at the guy's head.

“Stiles –” The guy starts, raising his hands, “calm down.”

“I'm calm!” He answers. Wasn't he calm? He's calm! The calmest!The most calm! The guy keeps staring at him. His eyes are green.“Green eyes.” He says, laughs when the guy raises an eyebrow.“Your eyes are pretty.” He reaches for the guy's face, but it'stoo far. He whines. Why is it that far? “Eyebrows.” He slurs andlaughs.

“Oh my God.” The guy snorts. “You're the worst.”

“I'm not!” Stiles cries out. “I'm the best! I–” hey!There's a ring on his finger! “have a ring!” He looks at his handcuriously, he's always had a ring? He can't remember.

“Yeah.” The guy comes back into the bedroom, helps Stiles sit upand drink some water. “It's your wedding ring.”

“I'm married?” He yells, making the guy flinch. “I'm married!”He looks between his ring and the guy with pretty eyes in front ofhim. Oh, no. “I'm married.” He repeats, sadly. He doesn't want tobe married!

“Are you – crying?” The guy asks, reaches out to touch Stiles'face.

“I don't wanna be married!” He cries out. “I wanna marry you.”He points at the guy's eyebrows. “I like your eyebrows, and youreyes. Marry me?”

The guy blinks and starts laughing. Stiles likes his smile too.

“Fine.” He wipes Stiles' tears, helps him under the covers. Hesmiles and kisses Stiles' forehead. “In the morning, okay?”

Stiles touches his face, he kind of wants to stare at it forever.“Promise?”

“I promise.” Stiles falls asleep thinking about green eyes.

–

He wakes up five hours later with his head pounding and a kid jumpingon him. “Dad, wake up! Daddy made pancakes!” Tom collapses on topof him, hides his face against Stiles' neck. “You smell.” Hecomplains, but doesn't get up.

Stiles ignores his headache and smiles at his son. “I'm gonna takea shower later, buddy.” He starts to get up, smiles when herealizes Derek kept the drapes closed. He has the best husband.

“Daddy said you proposed to him again last night. Is it true?”Tom asks, following Stiles into the bathroom.

Stiles groans as he begins to get flashes from the previous night.Derek is never going to let him live that down. “I guess.” Heanswers, splashes cold water on his face and sighs in relief.

“Cool!” Tom yells, making Stiles flinch. “I'm gonna callgrandpa and tell him you're getting married again!” He turnsaround and runs straight into Derek.

“Hey, hey!” Derek holds his arm. “No running inside, remember?”

“Sorry.” Tom mutters, rolling his eyes as he heads to the stairs.

“He's getting that from you.” Derek points out, smiling as he looks atStiles. “So?”

“Shu'up.” Stiles mutters, collapsing against Derek's chest. “I'llblow you every morning for the rest of the month if you forget aboutlast night.”

Derek laughs, runs his hands over Stiles' back. “You'll do thatanyway.” Yeah, okay. That's true. “It's good to know you'd chooseme even when you're drunk.”

“Duh.” Stiles pulls back, runs his fingers over Derek's eyebrows,stares into his beautiful green eyes. “I'll always choose you.”

[sterekglompfest]

Hey there, i would like to sing-up as a Glompee but i am not sure about my redaction in english (im a spanish reader), althoung i don't have problem about reading i don't feel very confident about writting (even if is a prompt). So i would like to know if there is any requirement to sign up?

Disculpa, no hablo bien español, pero…

Podrás hacer como poco o mucho detalle que querrás.  Menos es mejor, realmente.

Por ejemplo: “Stiles and Derek meet at university and instantly hate each other. the more they see each other, the more they start to like each other” ésta bueno.

Si tienes alguna pregunta, por favor avísenos.

- Reanna—–Sorry, my Spanish isn't great, but…

You can do as little or as much detail as you want. Less is better, actually.For example:  “Stiles and Derek meet at university and instantly hate each other. the more they see each other, the more they start to like each other” is good.If you have any more questions let us know.- Reanna

[theofficialstereklibrary]

Could you make fic rec of needy Bottom Stiles? (Plus: "Derek has big dick")

here’s some bottom stiles

Good Boy by DiscontentedWinter (9/? | 15,773 | NC17)

Stiles falls into a BDSM relationship with hot-as-the-sun Deputy Derek Hale.

Stiles Stilinski: Pornstar by roundelet (3/18 | 13,915 | NC17)

Stiles awkwardly balances his Forensic Sciences major with his new role as Argent Studios' 'soft young twink' (Peter's words, not his) and his developing feelings for the studios' biggest star.

Gnashing Teeth and Criminal Tongues (conspire against the odds) by LadySlytherin (1/1 | 14,269 | R)

When Stiles mouths off to the wrong set of witches, he finds himself unable to control his tongue around a certain alpha werewolf. As Stiles struggles with the lesson the witches want him to learn, he knows it's only a matter of time until the truth comes out. It always does.

Hurts Like Hell by DarkAlpha67 (2/2 | 5,887 | NC17)

Everything around him evaporated and Stiles couldn’t do anything about it because to the others they have just lost a friend.

It’s not as if his whole world was gone… because no one knew….

*

Derek dies instead of turning into a wolf in Season 4, ep 12.

And no one knew that Stiles was breaking inside because no one knew they were together..

Walls, Masks and Plaid Shirts by ShadowBL (22/22 | 60,071 | R)

Stiles knows, he knows what they think of him, what they say behind his back, he knows that they don't need him.

The pack don't mean to, they just don't see it before it's gone to far.

Can they save stiles from falling into the bottomless pit they have helped life dig for him.

[bibliosexxual]

Do you take prompt? What about Stiles having a secret crush on Derek but when saw him, taking care Scott's son, he fell in love.

I’m not much of a kid fic person, so this took me a while, but I tried. Hopefully it’s kind of what you were angling for!

*

“Do you think I’m ready for fatherhood?” Stiles asks, trying to keep the panic out of his voice. He’s not freaking out about this. He’s not.

Boyd says flatly, “Stilinski, you’re twenty-one years old. You’re supposed to know how to use a condom by now.“

Stiles’ hand spasms and he accidentally squirts a huge glob of ketchup on his mound of curly fries. Fuck. He has the ideal ketchup-to-curly-fry ratio down to a science, and this is not it. “No, absolutely not what I meant. It’s just. Did you know Derek had a kid?”

Boyd meditatively takes a bite of his burger. “No. But the nice thing about Derek is that he doesn’t go in for personal talk.”

Stiles shoots him a weird look. Of course Boyd would think that was nice. Stiles, though, has been trying to break down Derek’s walls even just a little bit for months now—sitting with him in class, sharing his notes, studying with him in the library and getting late-night waffles together afterwards, little by little pulling Derek out of his shell. He’d thought he was getting somewhere, but obviously not, not if Derek failed to mention this kid even existed.

Which he does. Stiles knows, because he can see him right now, over by Prof. Martin’s pool. Apparently his name is Jamie.

He’s one of only two kids here, which is not really unexpected given that this is the end-of-semester party for Prof. Martin’s honors criminal psych class. Not too many college kids around here with children. Stiles had assumed, like an idiot, that that was true for Derek, too. Or, more like, he hadn’t ever thought to wonder about it. He probably should have. At twenty-six, Derek is older than everyone else in the class except the professor. It’s totally plausible for a twenty-six-year-old to have a kid.

What seems less plausible is that that twenty-six-year-old with a kid would be Derek Hale. He just doesn’t look like Stiles’ idea of a dad. He came into class the first day in a leather jacket and tight jeans with this don’t-talk-to-me smolder, and Stiles spent most of that session pretending to look over the syllabus with the rest of the class while actually wondering what Derek looked like naked. He feels kind of skeevy about it now, if Derek is somebody’s dad.

It seems more and more likely that he is. The kid is a dark-haired little boy, not very talkative, and not five minutes after they arrived, he’d already bitten Prof. Martin’s daughter on the arm and been banished to time-out. That was about when Stiles felt he had to accept that yep, that was probably Derek’s kid.

Now Jamie and Derek are sitting together on the edge of the pool, dipping their feet in the water. Jamie is sniffling, but as Stiles watches, Derek pulls a kleenex out of the pocket of his leather jacket and carefully—tenderly, even—wipes at the kid’s face with it. Derek’s saying something to him, and he’s got this achingly gentle smile on his face that Stiles has never seen before, and then he’s pulling a quarter out of his pocket. At the flash of silver the kid stops crying, looking tentatively interested. Derek winks at him and pretends to put the coin back in his pocket, then reaches up and plucks it from behind his ear. Jamie stares at it, and then at Derek, dumbfounded. Derek does it a second time, faster, tickling the kid’s ear as he “finds” the coin, and Jamie giggles. It’s basically illegal levels of adorable.

Yeah, that confirms it. It’s definitely more than a simple lust-crush thing at this point, and Stiles is fucked.

Stiles looks over at Boyd. He’s busy on his phone, typing out a meticulous, grammatically correct reply to a wall of emojis from Erica. “So…” Stiles prompts. “Fatherhood?”

“I think you’re closer to needing adult supervision yourself than providing it to others,” Boyd decides, hitting send on his text. “You can be the fun uncle, at most.”

“Hmm,” Stiles says, and morosely eats a curly fry.

*

Stiles is over at the cooler on the patio, digging around through the ice to see if there’s any beer left, when someone clears their throat behind him. He waffles and snags a Sprite and turns around to see Derek hovering there, leaning an elbow on the railing.  

Stiles pops the tab open on his can and tries for a casual bro nod. “Hey. ‘Sup.”

“I like your shirt,” Derek says, biting his lip. “I am Groot.”

Stiles smiles and runs a hand down his chest, over the baby Groot on his shirt. “Yeah. I wasn’t gonna buy any more graphic tees, but then I saw it and I was powerless to resist.”

“Have you seen the sequel yet?”

Stiles throws his head back and groans. “No, and it’s killing me. I can’t wait. I’ve watched the trailer like ten times. I’ve been forcing myself to stay in my dorm and study, though. No movies for me. I mean, the way everyone was talking, I thought for sure Professor Martin’s final was going to torpedo my GPA. I’m actually feeling pretty good about it, though. I think I probably got, like, a low A. You?”

“Same. I feel sorry for anybody who didn’t keep up with the readings, though. That would torpedo their grade.”

Stiles snorts. He knows exactly who didn’t do the readings, because most of them are huddled together in a glum little group at the picnic table at the edge of the yard. “Definitely. There was so much on the final that was never even mentioned in class.”

Derek looks at him, lingering in a way that makes Stiles’ skin feel too hot. “I guess now that that’s over with, you can finally see the movie.”

“Yeah.” Stiles laughs, nervous without quite knowing why. Maybe it’s just that when Derek looks at him, it always makes him kind of nervous. “Guess so.”

Derek picks at the peeling label on his lemonade bottle, asks, “Do you maybe want to go see it with me?”

Oh.

On the one hand, YES, hell yes, Stiles wants that, and the fact that Derek wants that makes him feel like breaking out dancing right here, right now, but—maybe Stiles feels slightly less like he should want it now than he did, oh, say, this morning.

In the distance, he can hear Jamie shriek-laughing down on the lawn as Heather tickle-attacks him. Dating Derek—seriously dating, because Stiles wouldn’t be down for casual, not in this case—would mean being in that kid’s life, maybe even eventually being that kid’s step-parent. And yeah, Jamie is cute. So is seeing how good Derek is with kids. But… Stiles’ gut reaction is “Yikes.”

Stiles agrees with Boyd on this one: Stiles should be the fun uncle at most. Stiles as a dad, responsible for the well-being of a small child? Yikes. Double yikes. Infinite yikes.

Derek is still staring at him, his smile fading to something more closed-off, more nervous, the longer Stiles doesn’t say anything. By the time Stiles says, “No, I—I’m sorry. I wish I could, but I can’t,” Derek doesn’t even look that surprised, more… resigned. Sad.

“Okay, well…” he says. “Thanks for considering it.” He nods, once, without quite looking at Stiles. Then he sets his lemonade down on the railing and walks away.

*

Stiles doesn’t really feel much like partying after that. There’s nothing like rejecting your crush—after a whole semester of trying to get them to ask you out, no less!—to ruin the mood. And anyway, he’s already eaten and socialized and done his time sitting around in the sunshine. He’s probably going to have sunburn all over his face and neck tomorrow to go along with his Derek-asked-me-out-and-I-said-no moping. He can be both emotionally and physically miserable at the same time. Great.

When he opens Prof. Martin’s front door, heading out to his Jeep parked up on the road, there’s a man jogging up the porch steps. He slows when he sees Stiles, shooting him a friendly enough smile.

“Everyone’s out back,” Stiles says. The guy looks a little older, like Derek’s age, maybe, and he has a tattoo on his arm, two thick dark lines. He definitely wasn’t in their class this semester. “Are you a friend of Professor Martin’s?”

“No, actually, I don’t know her. I’m Scott. I’m a friend of Derek’s. I’m just here to pick up my son for his dentist appointment.”

Stiles isn’t sure what his heart just did in response to that, but it’s probably nothing good. “Your son as in, the little boy who likes to bite people?”

“Yeah, it’s a bit of a phase he’s been going through,” Scott says apologetically, rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. “We’re working on it. Hope he wasn’t too much of a problem today. Derek asked Professor Martin if he could come, and she said it would be fine, so…”

“Yeah, it’s been good,” Stiles manages to say through his inner mantra of Stiles, you idiot.  

“Awesome. When Jamie heard Derek was going to a party, he just got so excited, you know? Kira—my wife—she tried to tell him it was a grown-up party, but he was really insistent. He’s kind of obsessed with Derek right now. Everything Derek does, Jamie wants to do.” Scott laughs a little. “You should’ve seen how excited he was when Kira hinted he might get a jacket just like Derek’s for his birthday.”

“Oh my god,” Stiles says faintly, because that mental image is almost too cute to handle. Also… apparently he isn’t leaving yet after all.

*

Stiles lingers as unobtrusively as possible on the back patio until Scott has collected Jamie from Derek, and then he heads over. For once, he’s able to sneak up on Derek, even though this time he’s not even trying. Derek’s clearly lost in his own head, standing alone over by the pool and staring down into the still water.

“Hey, Derek,” Stiles says, drifting to a stop a few feet away.

Derek jumps a little, then sees who it is and looks even more startled.

Stiles snorts. “Sorry, dude. Didn’t mean to scare you.”

“You didn’t,” Derek says, unconvincingly.

“Right, well. I just… I was just wondering if you still wanted to see that movie.”

Derek eyes him, wary and kind of puzzled. “Thirty minutes ago you said—”

“I know what I said. What I said was stupid.”

Derek’s expression doesn’t change, except to look incrementally more confused.

Stiles sighs. He’s just going to have to say it. “Thirty minutes ago I thought you were Jamie’s dad, okay? Now I know better.”

Derek uncrosses his arms. “Oh?”

“Yeah. And I figured… The date was probably going to go pretty well, and then there’d be another one and another.”

“That’s confident of you,” Derek says, cautiously pleased.

“Well,” Stiles shrugs, “I think I’ve spent enough time with you by now to know we’d be pretty great together, and honestly? I’m crazy about you. Any relationship with you, I would work like hell to make it work.”

Derek looks a little stunned.

Stiles forges on, hoping he’s not creeping Derek out. “So yeah, I figured if I said yes, it wouldn’t be just one date. And I figured I shouldn’t just jump into that without being prepared for what it might mean. Long-term.”

Derek steps in a little closer, and he’s just staring at Stiles and not saying anything and it’s wreaking havoc on Stiles’ nerves.

So, of course, he keeps talking, and talking. “Before you get creeped out, trust me, I know you’re just asking me out, not proposing marriage or whatever, but listen, I’m not going to jump into something with you if I’m not ready for the possibility of it getting serious one day. When you showed up with Jamie, I thought things getting serious between us might include your kid, and… Honestly, I’m not sure I want kids, and that’s not even getting into whether it’d be a good idea to give me a child. I feel like that could actually be a very terrifying idea, both for me and for him.”

“Stiles—”

“I mean, I’m happy enough seeing other people’s kids once in a while and then sending them home to their parents, you know? So I guess what I’m trying to say is, finding out you don’t have kids was basically the best news of my life because now I can say yes, like, the most enthusiastic of yeses—”

Derek kisses him. Stiles agreeably stops trying to talk, letting his eyes fall shut and his hands drift down to twist in Derek’s shirt. Who needs talking, anyway, when he has Derek gently coaxing his mouth open with his tongue. That’s the kind of communication style Stiles can really get behind.

After the third wolf-whistle from over by the picnic table, they reluctantly break apart. Derek looks satisfyingly dazed. Stiles feels like he probably does, too, because wow.

“I guess that was a yes to my yes?”

“That was a ‘Stiles, shut up before you run out of oxygen.’” Derek smiles. “And it was a yes.”

Awesome.

(end)

[dragon-temeraire]

Now I realized that in teen Wolf of “most athletic”, one of the carver brother is looking Hoech while is biting his low lips, lol, he was definitely agree with Crystal

I mean, if someone says a guy is “most athletic” you gotta give him a good look, you know? ;)

(Also I feel like the whole cast appreciated Hoechlin aesthetically)

[mad-madam-m]

Your writting is amezing, please, never stop to write

What are my favorite Sterek AUs? Like, favorite fics, or just favorite AUs in general?

Favorite AUs in general: historical AUs, royal AUs, soulmate AUs, werewolves are known AUs, and probably domestic AUs. Let’s be real here, I love AUs.

As for some of my favorite AU fics:

Put Down in Words by @paintedrecs

Divided We Stand and United We Mend by @gingersnapwolves

When Rome’s in Ruins (We Are the Lions) by Kedreeva

The Guard and Red by @andavs

Stand Fast in Your Enchantments by @devildoll

Three Marks by sanam

Kindred Spirits by Stoney

A Devotion by @troubleiwant

Cornerstone by @ljummen

Holding Your Own Weight by zjofierose

Strut on a Line its Discord and Rhyme by xiaq

Obviously this is by no means a complete list, because there are so many awesome Sterek fics that it’s literally impossible to list all of them, but this is what jumped out at me running through what I have saved on my Kindle.

[abodynamicslife]

I love Alpha Derek 😌❤️ I just want to said that

Alpha Derek is my favorite Derek, especially in the fandom. 

I feel for him in canon, I really do, cuz all Derek wanted was Pack, but with everything going on in the hellmouth (aka Beacon Hills) he ended up acting on panic, in a state of desperation. 

In a way, he turned those kids driven by the same impulse that led Peter to go around biting people – Alphas need a pack to be stronger, more anchored, and to better fight off threats. Peter was going after Kate and the arsonists, and Derek knew Deucalion’s Alpha Pack was coming. 

Derek needed a pack behind him, but he also wanted to help kids who could, in his mind at least, benefit from getting the Bite. Tragically, this jacked up show being what it is, that plan backfired. The road to hell, and all that. Poor baby. 

I just wish he had stayed an Alpha, especially if they weren’t gonna bother bringing Cora back. Now it feels like they just threw that away for nothing. (As usual. >_>)

So yeah, I love the way Derek is handled in the fandom. #DerekIsNotAFailWolf #DerekIsAGoodAlpha #DerekDeservesNiceThings

I especially love it when he’s rich and powerful and not bumming it out in crumbling ruins like he’s still punishing himself. I love it when the Hale Pack is supreme, and his Betas are alive and well and supporting him. 

And what’s best? I love it when Alpha Derek is not busy chasing strange with these psycho heifers, and realizes that Stiles is the best freaking thing that ever happened to him and they get married and have lots of babies and omg omg!!

[sterekshaven]

Please say we’ll be okay, I don’t know if I can take this much longer.// I am no okay, I can't handle that full beard, is killing me and I can't take it. Is it possible die by someone being so beautiful?

And now, just today, my dash has been FILLED with gorgeous photos of him with that full beard looking all soft and lovely, and it’s awful.

I really hope it isn’t possible to die by that, but I mean, I’m right there next to you, feeling the same, and it sure as hell feels like it. *holds on to*