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brwlvs · 2 days
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Stiles: I so would have rocked my mugshot.... Derek: I'm sure there will be plenty more opportunities.
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Stiles: Peter, do you like Johnny Cash songs?
Peter: What?
Stiles: Well, you fell into a burning ring of fire.
Stiles: You went down, down, down, and the flames they went higher.
Peter: Why, you evil little shit!
Peter: I knew there was a reason I liked you ;>
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language-nor-officer · 19 hours
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teenwolfiedit · 1 day
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TEEN WOLF (2014) Letharia Vulpina - 3x19 dir. Russell Mulcahy.
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avoxiado · 2 days
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Teen Wolf fic rec!
• Word Count: 33,555
• Chapters: Oneshot
• Ship: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Summary:
Derek Hale looked terrifying. With his broad frame and muscles, with his wild black hair and thick beard, with his eyes the color of blood and fangs of a killer. Despite his kindness and his apparent attraction to Stiles, he was still a stranger, a predator, a wolf.
The thing is, Stiles would deal, but others might not. People found Lord Hale horrid, monstrous and unapproachable.
If Stiles stood behind him, no one would touch him.
He’d be safe with the wolf. If not from him, then definitely from everyone else. And that was enough.
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silentmacabre · 2 days
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and I see red
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teenwolf-confessions · 15 hours
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I haven't been into Teen Wolf in years but couple days ago randomly a sterek fic I read some time ago got stuck in my head and I can't find it so I'm begging for help
I don't remember much, just that Stiles was feeling left out/behind after the Gerard fiasco and he discovers his Spark power thingy was awakened sometime around Gerard tortured him and Erica and Boyd (and that's what allowed Erica and Boyd to escape the basement) and Deaton said it's impossible because Sparks only awaken if the person dies (implying Stiles died while being tortured).
I think it was angsty, with lots of Stiles feeling like the pack doesn't want him (Derek included??), and unfinished... Also, Erica and Boyd come back/are alive...
I remember the vibe and that I liked it so so much but I don't have it in my bookmarks so if anyone knows it, I'll be eternally grateful 🙏🏻
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z0mbie2b0y · 2 days
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What's your guys favorite long sterek fic??!?!
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Stiles: Don't worry about him, he'll burn himself out eventually. Theo: That's what YOU think! I'M AN ETERNAL FLAME, BABY!
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alissa3000 · 14 hours
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Funny silly head canon that Greenberg is actually just coach Finstock’s nephew or something 💀💀
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bethsvrse · 7 months
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STOP MAKING MY LIL AWKWARD NERDY BOYS BE CONFIDENT AND SO SURE OF THEMSELVES!!! I LIKE THEM BECAUSE THEY’RE NERDY NOT BECAUSE YOU FANFIC WRITERS MAKE THEM EGO MANIC ASSHOLES
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reidiot · 10 months
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don't fucking interrupt me when i'm reading my x reader fics it's rude
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dum-spiro-spero99 · 15 days
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THEY WOULD BE SO SO PROUD OF YOU
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thanks to @pineapplecrispy for the suggestion + italian bonus, Owen WIlson bonus and historically inaccurated emo boys bonus
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murdrdocs · 7 months
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minors dni.
on nerdy flustered boys who would fuck if given the chance:
he starts with little glances. staring at you on opposite ends of the classroom, thanking past him for accidentally picking a seat that gave him a perfect view of you, the seating allowing him to slide his eyes over your profile as you write something down, he quickly realizing that he's paying for a college education and not to stare at his pretty classmate like a creep.
the glances turn to stares, giving him a way to start noticing the small things about you. the changes in your skin tone from your under eye to your cheek, the way your nose curves and bends, the way the fluorescent light reflects off your bare shoulders. and then his eyes almost fucking bulge out of his head when he sees two pebbles poking through the material of your thin white tee.
he's too busy trying not to ogle to notice the small smirk on your lips, or to hear the professor enthusiastically encouraging you all to partner up. next thing he knows, you're walking over to him and his mouth is dry and he's going to say something but you do first.
"you dropped your pencil." you bend down, grab it from the floor, and look up at him through your lashes as you do so, sliding the mechanical tool over to him with a gentle smirk on your lips. he manages to blurt out a thanks that's no where near as appreciative as it should have been due to the way his brain is short circuiting.
you saunter away to a girl seated next to him, and he can feel the boner forming in his jeans. because for just a second there, a pathetic second, he had front row seats to the shape of your tits and the way your nipples poke perfectly through your tee.
ever since that one day, it's like anytime he sees you he sees your nipples too.
at the coffee shop on campus when he is getting something to power him through another day of assignments, you're sitting at a table by the window in a loose tee that pushes against your tits when you stretch a wave to him, exposing the little mountain just enough to have him salivating.
at the gym when he is there to bring something to his roommate, you're on the treadmill, running with a sports bra that strains as it holds your tits in, not doing much to conceal your pestering nipples.
and somehow, some fucking way, when he's in your bed, staring down at your bare nipples for the second time (by some miracle), concentrating hard and following them as they move with the thrusts that he delivers to you.
he's lost in it, head spinning from the sensations of your cunt squeezing around him near-perfectly, eyes blurring from staring at your tits and your face and the way your stomach contracts as he angles his cock just a little differently and you gasp appreciatively.
you babble out an almost incoherent sentence, the distinguishable words being along the lines of insinuating that he had to have some prior experience to this, the way he fucks you a clear guess as to why you’re assuming that.
and he tries to respond, the reply easy and on the tip of his tongue, but the starts of his orgasms brews low in his stomach and he can only focus on getting both of you to that point.
his thrusts sharpen, and his hand goes down to play with your clit a little, thumb finding the bud after a moment or two of fumbling around.
when you cum, he’s right behind you, shooting warm spurts into the latex of the condom as drool falls from his parted lips falls onto your chest. he watches it glide down the expanse, gather around your nipple, and slide the rest of the way down and onto your bed sheets.
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