#dereklydiastiles

[softranswolves]

Top Teen Wolf Polyships (as voted by my followers):

5. Derek/Lydia/Stiles

[minalover]

Dear @teenwolfholidayfest

All I want this year is

- Sterydia. Stiles/Lydia/Derek in any form you can manage. Fic, gifs, edits, playlists, my heart yearns!

Thank you thank you,

Mina

[softranswolves]

stiles/derek/lydia for inspiration

[softranswolves]

42 and Lydia/Derek/Stiles for the drabble game please ? <3

42. “I swear it was an accident.”

Prompts are here, send any + any pairing!

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"No no, you look great in what you're wearing!" Stiles flings an arm out to try and catch Lydia before she opens the dresser drawer.

The attempt too late, Lydia gives a questioning look over her shoulder. She knows from his tone of voice that he's gotten up to something, but he also knows how much she enjoys lounging around in lingerie after school. She slips on her domme facade during this time, allowing for casual bondage to come out to play. Sometimes it leads to sex, but not always.

"What is your problem?" Lydia asks, just as Derek enters the room. He approaches her and wraps her in a hug from behind, nuzzling his face against her neck, thumbs tracing lightly against her ribs.

"No problem, I just figured maybe you'd wanna keep it chill tonight."

"'Chill'? Since when do you use the word 'chill'?" Lydia stops her motion as Derek asks the question, and Stiles' heart slows a little from anticipation dropping.

"Even without supernatural hearing, I can tell when you're lying," Lydia says softly. She turns into Derek's embrace to reach for a kiss, standing on her tippy toes. It's brief, but a way to signal they're on the same page. "You know we don't keep secrets from each other."

Stiles doesn't know how to respond, knowing she's right. It's not even a particularly bad secret, but it is dangerous. He can't know for sure how they'll react when they see.

Lydia doesn't give the chance for another lie to bubble out, returning to the drawer and pulling it open. Derek's hands are the ones that reach inside, holding up one of Lydia's pieces of lingerie. It's a pale purple teddy, black lace trim along the edges. It also now has noticeable holes throughout.

Both Lydia and Derek look up at Stiles, who is trying his hardest to look anywhere but at them. There is silence in the room, heavy and uncertain, until Derek walks over to Stiles. He's still holding the teddy, but it's not a threatening gesture. He kneels in front of Stiles, placing a hand on the boy's hip in a show of comfort as he gently pushes him back to sit on the edge of the bed. Derek scoots in between Stiles' legs and rests his arms on his lap, head resting against them.

"Stiles? Wanna tell us about this?" Lydia asks. She's still standing, asserting her dominance in a subtle way, but she joins her boys and places a hand under Stiles' chin, lightly pulling upwards so he'll look at her.

"I swear it was an accident. I'll pay you back or buy you a new one or- " Stiles starts to ramble before Lydia's hand threads into his hair and she pulls back slightly, just enough to get him to stop.

"You know what I meant." Her voice has grown more serious, making it clear to Stiles that she expects honesty. He takes a deep breath in response and nods, which makes Lydia give him a small smile and release her grip.

"I just... wanted to know what it felt like to wear something like that." His voice is quiet but his partners can hear him clearly.

"Yeah?" Derek asks, leaving room for Stiles to continue.

"Mhm. I don't want the power you hold," he says, eyes finally flickering up to Lydia's. "I just wanted to feel pretty."

"Sweetheart, you are very pretty, I promise. If you wanted to try on some lingerie, we could go shopping for you."

"Really?" Stiles' voice is hopeful but tentative.

"Anything for our pretty boy," Derek chimes in.

Stiles blushes and nods to himself, unable to stop the smile from spreading across his face.

[whatthehellisahoechlin]

TW Polyamory Week - quote/lyrics

Madame Butterfly Is In Trouble, Deborah Conway

[whatthehellisahoechlin]

TW Polyamory Week - favourite ot3

Stiles convinces Derek and Lydia it’d be fun to try some “stuff” outside. Little does he know that the secluded spot in the reserve he chose for their outing was recently added to the deputy’s patrol schedule.

[dydia]

107 + Sterydia

107. It’s not an ugly sweater!

“Wow Lyds,” Stiles smirks at her, one arm around Derek’s waist, the other leaned against the wall in what she’s sure he thinks is a suave pose. “You’re really dedicated to the whole ugly sweater thing.” 

Lydia narrows her eyes, looking from Stiles’ sweater (decorated with cats frolicking with balls of yarn), and Derek’s (that has reindeer fucking on it… She really doesn’t think he’s realized what he’s wearing yet, his ears haven’t reached that endearing shade of pink yet) and then down at hers. It’s normal, just a holiday sweater she’d picked up in the men’s section at Kohl’s. It’s green and gray, with a bright red reindeer right over her heart. She thought is was cute.

“It’s not ugly,” she sniffs, turning away from them and marching off in the direction of the refreshments. It’s impossible to keep enough food on the table with a pack full of werewolves, and while generally she refuses to actively take care of them, as the host of this party she feels obligated. She’s in the middle of reloading the bowl of tortilla chips when Malia appears out of nowhere, bumping their shoulders together in what is probably supposed to be a gentle gesture. It send Lydia reeling on her heels, but Malia wraps an arm around her easily, helping her straighten up.

“Stiles and Derek are staring at you,” she says without preamble, voice so low Lydia can barely hear it. She follow Malia’s sharp gaze to where Stiles is still openly staring, and Derek has obviously looked away, his ears starting to turn red. 

“Stiles thinks my sweater is ugly,” Lydia huffs, moving on to neatening up the trays of cheese and crackers and fruit.

“Well,” Malia hums, reaching around her to grab a stack of cheese and a handful of pepperoni. Lydia glares at her until she picks up a plate to deposit her goods. “Isn’t that the point of an ugly sweater party?” 

Lydia huffs and straightens up, glaring at Malia (which is difficult, considering she looks kind of adorable with her mouth full of cheese). “Does this sweater look ugly to you? I don’t do ugly.” 

Malia just rolls her eyes and finishes chewing, little crumbs of cheddar sticking to her chin. “They smell horny anyways,” she mumbles around a cracker, cheeks lifting as she grins. Lydia frowns and looks back to the guys, only to find Derek completely turned away, and Stiles laughing at him.

“You would think they’d have taken care of that before they came here,” she grumbles, resolutely not picturing how they could of taken care of it. It’s not her fault that Stiles has somehow gotten more attractive now that he’s stopped mooning after her, and Derek is actually the hottest human being she’s ever laid eyes on. It’s also not her fault that imagining them together, all bare skin and coarse hair and trembling muscles makes her sweat enough that she sometimes has to take a cold shower. And it’s even more not her fault that thinking about the both of them touching her with big warm hands and hot mouths and long fingers is enough to make her come, ever single time. She takes zero responsibility.

Malia’s giving her this funny little look like she knows what was just going through her head, and Lydia scowls. Just because Malia and Scott and Kira make their thing work doesn’t automatically mean that everyone can make it work. 

Deciding she’d be better off just walking away from wherever this conversation is going, she stalks off in the direction of the living room. It sounds like the game of Exploding Kittens is getting a little rowdy, and she should probably move the glass ornaments her mom gave her before they get destroyed. She’s so busy eyeing Liam as he yells and throws his hand of cards at Mason to even notice anything out of the ordinary, and then suddenly her line of sight is filled with poorly knitted kittens.

“If you wanted to feel me up all you had to do was ask,” Stiles laughs, his smirk walking the line between devastatingly attractive and annoying enough to punch. Lydia huffs and backs up a step, only to bump into what can only be described as solid muscle. She looks over her shoulder and scowls at the stupid reindeer on Derek’s sweater, trying to distract herself from the warm hand curled just above her hip. 

“Look up.” The softness and pitch of Derek’s voice still surprises her, higher and friendlier than she expects. Of course, the fact that he basically whispered in her ear, breath hot and damp and sending tendrils of warmth down her spine, doesn’t help anything. She glances up anyways, rolling her eyes at the fake mistletoe tacked to the door frame.

“Well, I’ll just get out-” Her escape attempt is thwarted by Derek spinning her around, his hands coming up to cup her face. She never blushes but she feels like she might be, her hands resting on his broad chest and unable to drag her eyes away from his.

“Is this okay?” He asks, and Lydia nods without thinking, forgetting momentarily about Stiles. Derek’s kissing her before she can gather her thoughts, his lips soft and tasting of eggnog, his beard just barely scraping against her skin. 

She sighs when a warm body presses up behind her, cool fingers sneaking up beneath her sweater as chapped lips press wet kisses to her neck. 

“Please say you’re into this,” Stiles murmurs against her throat. Lydia leans back against him, swallowing hard as she nods, watching breathlessly as Stiles leans over her shoulder to kiss Derek sloppily. When Derek breaks the kiss his eyes are sparkling, and Lydia knows he can smell it, can tell exactly how into this she is. 

“Good,” is all he says, kissing her once more before stepping back. “We’ll talk more later.” He turns and walks away, already waving at Scott like absolutely nothing out of the ordinary happened.

“Lyds,” Stiles says, turning her gently to face him. “I’m telling you this in utmost confidence, and solely for the purpose of securing your interest in dating us.” He rests his hands on her shoulders, eyes solemn. 

“Okay…” she narrows her eyes, not missing the slight twitch of his lips.

“That man right there has a magical dick.”

Stiles grins when she laughs and sighs when she pulls him down by the collar of his horrible sweater and kisses him hard on the mouth. She’s not quite sure what she’s getting herself into, but it feels like something good.

[terrifiedandaroused]

Nothing quite as delightful as seeing a the Sheriff with Lydia post tagged with "getting to know his future daughter-in-law" followed by a Sheriff with Derek posted tagged with "working with the future son-in-law" on your dash and thinking to yourself "you're both right" (✿◠‿◠)