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outtoshatter · 4 months
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Author spotlight for this week is: All-or-nothing-baby / @teencopandthesourwolf! They have lots of great fics to choose from. Here's a little sample of their most recent stories!
Rated T:
Love Yew | T | 2k tags: magic, established relationship, angst with happy ending, slice of life Summary: “It's an Apology Leaf. Obviously.” Obviously.
OR Navigating the established relationship, with some emotional hurt/comfort, a maybe magic tree (that isn't the blasted Nemeton) and puns. So, just an average day in the lives of Derek and Stiles, really.
Dude | T | 1k tags: angst with happy ending, grief/mourning, falling in love Summary: That was the last time somebody put their arms around Derek—and the last time he saw his sister alive. It was two years ago. Derek doesn’t think he has taken a full breath, since.
OR Stiles hugs Derek. Derek consequently freaks out a little (shocker).
Haystack Charm Around Your Neck | T | 13k some tags: canon divergence, enemies-to-friends-to-lovers, scent marking, mates Summary: “Maybe you could just, like, couch surf for a while? Just till you get fixed up. Or maybe even… chair surf?" Stiles suggests, now nodding at the armchair in the corner of his bedroom and chewing on that rosebud lip of his again. Derek looks at the armchair like it's the most confusing thing he has ever seen, and then back at Stiles as if he's changed his mind about that and it is actually the sixteen-year-old in front of him who is the true mystery. "Offer's there, dude," Stiles shrugs. "Don't—“ “Call you dude? Yeah, probably never gonna happen. Sorry, dude. I'd just try and get used to it if I were you." And then Stiles is once again spinning around to face his computer and is seemingly slipping straight back into Hyper-Research Mode. Derek is a little horrified when he finds himself now considering this kid as not just Stiles: Scott's Idiot Best Friend, but as Stiles: Maybe-Friend of Derek. When an image of Stiles's mouth pops up in his mind's eye, Derek also wonders exactly when it was that he started looking at Stiles in that way.
OR Oblivious!Derek and the epitome of the tags: #Derek Hale Deserves Nice Things and #Stiles Stilinski is a Nice Thing
Like a Little Prayer | T | 1k tags: slice of life, friends to flirts, Hale pack 2.0, everybody lives-nobody dies Summary: “I asked because I wanted to know if you were okay, man," Stiles divulges, as if that's nothing at all. As if it's something Derek hears often. He tilts his head to catch Derek's eye—which works, of course. Because it always works, no matter the nature of the moment they're caught up in. "Like, I was concerned, y`know?” Derek feels guilty just for looking. And not only because he wants to touch but because he wants to let Stiles care.
OR Derek doesn't understand why Stiles gives a shit. So, Stiles tells him.
Spicy (Rated M or E):
The Cross he Bears | M | 734 tags: established relationship, Dom/sub undertones, Stiles takes care of Derek Summary: Stiles knows exactly how to take care of his wolf.
Love Like Ghosts | E | 744 tags: choking, under-negotiated kink, breathplay, established relationship Summary: They both know not talking about this isn't okay, isn't healthy, but—and God knows why—Derek loves Stiles. So, the big guy, he gets it: that the best thing isn't always the right thing.
Tastes Like Home | E | 379 some tags: plot-what-plot, porn with feelings, Derek takes care of Stiles, 1st POV Summary: It’s never quite enough... What does he need? Maybe, he just needs more. OR Derek takes care of Stiles and finds exactly what Stiles is looking for: an anchor.
Remember to mind the tags, leave a kudos, and maybe even drop a comment! Go check out their AO3 page for their entire collection of works!
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all-or-nothing-baby · 6 months
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the education of fredrick fitzell (flashback)
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my sterek fics on ao3 📌
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morenotles · 2 months
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: Pining, Mutual Pining, Derek Hale Loves Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale in Love, Idiots in Love, Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski Angst, Derek Hale Angst, POV Derek, Pining Derek, Werewolf Derek, POV Derek Hale, Derek Has Issues, Past Kate Argent/Derek Hale, Past Jennifer Blake/Derek Hale, Past Derek Hale/Paige, Derek Hale is Bad at Feelings, Emotional Derek Hale, Emotional Baggage, Derek Hale Feels, Stiles Stilinski is Derek Hale's Anchor, Stiles Stilinski Loves Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski in Love, Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski in Love, Getting Together, First Kiss, First Time, Hand Jobs, Hand & Finger Kink, (me and Der), Mutual Masturbation, Anal Fingering, Come Marking, Come Sharing, Marking, Biting, Mating Undertones, Derek Hale is a Softie, Romantic Derek Hale, Romantic Stiles Stilinski, Explicit Sexual Content, Sexual Tension, Resolved Sexual Tension, Stiles Stilinski is a Little Shit, Alternate Canon, Post Season-Series 4 Fix-it, Derek Hale's Loft, Grumpy Derek, Sourwolf Derek Hale, Angst and Porn, Angst, Angst and Feels, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fanart, Porn with Feelings, Emotional Sex, Art, Digital Art, Digital Painting, Eternal Sterek Summary:
Something inside Derek snaps. No, not snaps—clicks into place.
He snarls, "That's my line, little pig."
Shit.
Stiles blinks, twice. Three times. "I—what?" and, for once, he’s flailing at Derek's reference.
"If you're the little pig," Derek leans down over the chair further into Stiles’s space, his predator eyes flicking deftly across each of Stiles's delicate features, "Then what does that make me?"
Realisation crosses sharp yet soft bone structure and Stiles answers, slowly.
"You're the big…"
Derek moves impossibly closer.
"Bad…"
Like a goddamn virus.
"Wolf."
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Derek keeps his distance from Stiles, regardless of how he feels about him. It's better that way—better for Stiles.
So when Stiles has had enough of pretending there is nothing between them, just how much longer can Derek's wolf be tamed? . EDIT: NOW INCLUDES MY ART! . EDIT #2: BC IT'S HAD AN EDIT! lol. nothing has changed in the story, i've *hopefully* just enhanced things a bit with more descriptive terms and better dialogue etc.
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deklo · 1 month
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heavensenthale · 10 months
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DEREK HALE SUFFERED MORE THAN JESUS
mili i love you sm!
HE DID I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL
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ohhalefire · 3 months
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prettyboy-like-you · 2 years
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BILLY CRIES DURING SEX FIC ANYONE?
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Running never made a lick of difference. It would still be there, looming. Biding its time. Always lurking just around the next corner no matter how far he ran. And unlike Billy, it could be patient. So very patient. The longing would always come for him though, no matter where he hid or how many times he ran, it followed. Would hunt him down. For sport, it seemed—Billy Boy Blue, dirty little fag, sweet sixteen and always wanting what you shouldn’t—and so he played the game and he ran. Ran from it even if he wanted it. And oh, Billy wanted it. More than almost anything. Like if he licked his lips he'd be able to taste it on his tongue. Got so bad in the end, that longing, that Billy, he couldn't take it anymore. The emptiness. The nothing. He had to give in to it, couldn't help himself. Billy finally allowed that fucker to find him when it did he realised: there'd never really been a thing as hopeful as choice, not for him. And knowing he'd never had a fair chance at the game, Billy then made sure the fucker took him down fully, absolutely. Consumed him whole. Made sure it fucking choked on him.
That's how he found himself wide open and hiding in plain sight in the not-so-loving arms of those hot, hot Cali nights; shirtless and high and strung out like filthy ripped-denim bunting strewn around the streets of downtown Southgate. In the playparks after sundown. Down dirty alleyways. In the shadows, that's where he’d wait for them. For the men, never other boys. Never anyone his own age. Nobody who would want anything more. No, he'd wait for men almost as desperate as he was, just as his queerboy nature had waited for Billy Boy Blue to succumb to it. And those men—so many men—they always came for Billy.
These days when he hears the siren song Billy answers without so much thought. Call and response. Day-O. And as much as it surprises him maybe it was inevitable, him clinging to this, to being wanted by other guys—to being used, honestly. Used up and spat back out. No receipt. And at once it's dawning on Billy like dead flowers in the morning sun: if ever he'd taken the time to look at it, really look at it, he'd have seen he knew the truth all along.
There is nothing else for him.
Now he's here in Hicksville, Indiana, not-quite eighteen and knowing his garbage existence is spiralling even further down Life-with-a-capital-L's disposal drain. So, the things Billy clings to even tighter than those things he shouldn't want? Pain. Anger. As if they're gonna turn out to be the heroes that'll save his damsel ass from the constant shit-storm hitting the proverbial Fuck-Off fan in this story of his that nobody would want to read. From all of this. From himself.
Billy has always been a coward. Ever since—ever since Her. Since she did the double-up on him and flew the coop. Since she left him behind.
…Harrington doesn’t know any of this though. Nobody does. Nobody will. And nobody should anyways because Billy, he shouldn't be so pathetic. He’s supposed to be sucking it up and shutting the fuck up not mooning over it, being a little pussy while he's getting his boy-pussy railed. And he certainly shouldn't be moaning through this feral fucking need of his like some frilly pink-pantied cheerleader, hell.
Never did know what was good for you, boy.
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heed the tags and read the rest HERE
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wanderingcas · 1 year
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just rebooped your lighthouse lovers au idea over on my new (not actually that new anymore but maybe new to you) destiel sideblob @itwasnightwhenyoudied...
OMGOMG I'M HERE TO SCREAM WITH YOU ABOUT IT EVEN THOUGH YOU'RE ON YOUR WAY TO BED AND I SHOULD BE SOON TOO REALLY BUT IT'S OKAY BECAUSE I'LL PROLLY JUST KEEP SCREAMING ABOUT IT IN MY SLEEP AND I'LL STILL BE SCREAMING ABOUT IT TOMORROW WHEN WE'RE BOTH AWAKE AGAIN SO THEN WE CAN SCREAM ABOUT IT TOGETHER OMGOMG 🧂💚💙🧂
night, love!
i'm SO GLAD that you're excited about the fic!! i am too!! the concept is SO compelling to me - Dean and Cas in a lighthouse together, lonely and then finding love in each other like.... OKAY, YES?? also gonna add some subtle haunting/creepy elements in there, nothing too crazy just enough of a push from their storied, dark pasts to get them closer together. feels right to lean into the moody new england sea vibe that way lol
ANYWAY i am writing up a storm and can't wait to post it. I think I'm going to try to write at least half of it before starting to post so it could be a bit BUT HOLD FAITH BECAUSE I WILL BE DOING THIS and in the meantime if you want to scream about it, if anyone wants to scream about it for that matter... my DMs are open lol I literally cannot talk about this fic enough :P
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hey :)
i'm confused... the form says the submissions are now closed—even though your post from a couple of minutes ago said today was the last day to enter fic??
help!
cheers xp
Try refreshing because it's definitely still open. I've not touched the accepting responses button since the 1st January when it went live :)
It looks fine from my end when I click the link :)
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WHEN THE NIGHT HAS COME AND THE LAND IS DARK
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Sometimes, on cold nights—and even some not-so-cold nights—Geralt wakes abruptly in the forest with something tickling his cheek and bothering the inside of his nostrils.
Jaskier's hair is like silken web; soft and fine, and fucking irritating when it tangles itself in your eyelashes like dandelion fluff caught in tree sap.
On these particular cold (and not-so-cold) nights, Geralt wants to grunt loudly and swear and push Jaskier roughly from Geralt's space on Geralt's bed roll because what the fuck, bard?
He never does though.
Not even this time, as Geralt awakes to that mass of brunette spiderwebs in his actual fucking mouth, with one of Jaskier's surprisingly muscular arms and a long shapely leg wrapped tightly around Geralt's midriff as if the cretin is some sort of tentacled ocean dweller. Oh, and, for fucks sake, the idiot bard's stupid slackened, drool-covered face mashed right into the crook of Geralt's neck.
Half blowing, half spitting Jaskier's hair from his mouth, Geralt balls his fists and grits his teeth and sighs, heavily.
With the moon fat and high in the inky sky and sounds of the wild all around them, he will try once more to find sleep.
Closing his eyes again, Geralt pointedly ignores how Jaskier smells of lavender and forest ferns. He shuns the way Jaskier's soft, rhythmic snores play their easy tune in his ear. He takes no note of Jaskier's even heartbeat and how the sound of it is a welcome comfort in the dead of night, pays no heed to the shallow breaths leaving Jaskier's mouth and the way each exhale warms more than just the spot underneath Geralt's jawbone, and he doesn't spare even a bit of attention for the way those smooth lips with their perfect cupid's bow feel on the skin of his throat as Jaskier mutters the sweetest song lyrics from his dreams.
As sleep finally does pull him under, Geralt also most definitely does not take to heart the way the idiot bard makes everything better.
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(from my deleted witcher blog behonesthowsmysinging)
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wulfnerd · 2 years
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