hopeless bromantic

we are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at tzp

[laplumasucia]

Spicy Eddie hcs!!

Here’s a list, it’s probably v incomplete

- bro is hung (because its funny but also because ik that bitch has a thiccy on him)

- thinks he’s not that fussed abt sex because he’s not excited about sleeping with women

- loved eating 🐱 partially because he was that bitch and partially bc he didn’t have to look at women or talk or be hard, he could just kinda escape and suck clit

- sleeps with buck once and is instantly obsessed

- he literally wants to fuck all the time but tries to play it so cool

- his 🐱 eating skills translate to 🍑🍆 really well, especially eating hole

- thought he had no kinks

- was wrong

- down for whatever to an extreme. Buck could suggest figging and Eddie would be like anything for you my love 😍 💦

- he doesn’t have any references for what’s vanilla vs. kinky, explorative, even just good vs bad gay sex, etc. so he thinks he’s the most bland man and when buck talks about getting dommed or having hot, dirty sex, Eddie is like… girl with WHO

- really into leaving his mark (hickeys, bruises, breeding)

- doesn’t really like bottoming even though he tries occasionally

-its okay bc buck might call himself a switch, but he wants dick 24/7

- so so so down bad for buck that he gets turned on just from buck’s sex jokes

- very handsy

- possessive, but at the weirdest times. like a guy could flirt with buck and he dgaf but if someone claimed to be buck’s bff or know his favourite food or asked buck to do some normal activity eddie is like… that’s mine. that is my blorbo best friend boyfriend malewife wdym you think he wants to play basketball with YOU.

- super into non penetrative sex. he just wants bussy and more bussy

- bc buck is all about the D, Eddie will go feral on him, gets into cockwarming, finds weird positions for then to try

- can and will pick up buck and bang him on anything (or just freestanding)

- favourite positions are (1) folded deck chair (2) jockey (3) teaspoons

- has a brutal marriage kink

- just so turned on by the idea of marrying buck and wearing rings and having marital sex

- the most uncut man ever

- landscapes, but never shorter than a 3 guard on a buzzer

- terrified of waxing and always offers to help buck with it bc how does that man think it’s nbd

- loving refers to his balls as “the girls”

- asked buck if he should get a vasectomy

- buck was like girl i don’t think that’s necessary but you do you!

- thinks his has the most humiliating o-face in history but looks perfectly normal

- takes breaks while clapping ass to tell buck how much he loves him

-“Don’t stop, Eddie” “I love you so much” “No, no — keep going” *stops to kiss buck all over his face and neck and chest and back* “you’re my favourite thing ever” “Eddie, please” “we should get married everyday” *smooches smooches smooches* “Eddie, you’re accidentally edging your fave” “you’re so beautiful its like if flowers and sunsets had a baby” “that’s nice, but—“ “i want you so badly. god, i wish i could fuck you forever.” “okay now we’re on the same page. we’re literally fucking rn” “you’re so smart, buck. they should make an award for smartest, sexiest boyfriend just for you”

- really into cum (licking it, rubbing it in, spreading it around, using it as lube)

- might not like women but when buck acts a little femme, eddie could throw up his organs he’s so into it

- such a dirty mouth that even buck gets taken aback

- favourite insult becomes cum dumpster (lovingly)

- yearns for blunt & cunt (specifically buck’s)

- in other words he likes getting high and boning

- or just getting high

- or just boning

- have i mentioned he is obsessed with his big, strong hunk of a boyfriend whom he calls his babygirl

[like-the-rest-of-la]

Mr. “‘He’s not- we’re not’ - subtle is what you are not!“-Diaz in Close My Eyes and Stumble (Right Into Your Love) by @hmslusitania  

Eddie’s PTSD is just that little bit worse and when he moves to Los Angeles, instead of joining the LAFD, he joins dispatch.

Which is all good and fine, except for this one firefighter he keeps ending up talking to.

[gayeddies]

@eddiediaznetwork: eddie diaz week - day 3: hair ↳ body hair 🙂‍↕️🥵😮‍💨

[bisexualbellamyblakeinjail]

911 hiatus rewatch ↝ 4.13 Suspicion

[emziess]

Evan "Buck" Buckley + A grey tanktop

[raviposting]

Buck & Chimney + (Very Specific) Parallels @lgbtqcreators bingo: blending [Image ID in ALT]

[titszp]

emerging from my cocoon after 7 years, what have i missed

[haletostilinski]

✧*:・ﾟ✧ .｡ *ﾟ+.*.｡( ❁´◡`❁) Relationship Development ( ❁´◡`❁)✧*:・ﾟ✧ .｡ *ﾟ+.*.｡

[tylerdylans]

“I’m a really nervous, uncomfortable human being.”

[chatoyances]

derek + chest hair

[mysenia]

Peter, fully shifted, laying next to Stiles. Wolf!Peter with his head on Stiles’ lap and his eyes closed, completely blissed out off of Stiles’ scent.

Wolf!Peter having a sliver removed from his paw and not even noticing because of how high he is off Stiles. The rest of the pack snickering because they’re sure Peter will be mortified when he comes back down to earth.

Stiles red cheeked (on Peter’s behalf, of course, the poor wolf cannot even defend himself… it has nothing to do with being flustered, not a thing) and not really saying a word, absentmindedly rubbing  at Peter’s ears.

[kickingshoes]

See you guys later!

[kirayaykimura]

fake dating trope subversion

It’s only six in the evening on a Thursday, but the bar near Stiles’ work is already half full. Not so packed that he wants to find another place to drink, but busy enough that he has to wait a few minutes for the bartender to get to him.

During that waiting period, a guy sidles in close to Stiles and offers to buy his drink for him. The man is taller than Stiles by a few inches, and he uses his height to his advantage by standing so close that he’s almost hovering over Stiles, clearly posturing. It makes Stiles roll his eyes.

“No thanks, man. I’ve got it.”

Apparently the lack of eye contact, the verbal brush-off, and the general fuck-off vibes Stiles is giving off aren’t doing it for the guy because he says, “Come on. It’s a free drink. You can’t say no to that.”

Stiles stops trying to get the bartender’s attention to look the guy straight in the eyes and say, “No.”

Keep reading

[liebyammunition]

replace college with work & this is 10000% accurate.

[trancowboy]

Okay. Can we please talk about Sterek 'christening' every room of the house they have just moved into together (lets be honest its the renovated Hale house) because WHY WOULDNT YOU DO THE DO IN EVERY ROOM OF THE HOUSE YOU HAVE JUST MOVED INTO WITH YOUR SIGNIF WHERE ITS JUST YOU TWO /ALONE/ WHAT ELSE IS THERE TO DO?! Thanks☺️

Soph, my buddy, my pal. I’m always all about these two doing the dirty do everywhere

Like okay, they start off in the bedroom, just to break in their bed and maybe leave a few headboard formed marks on the wall and maybe they’re both loud because who’s gonna hear them in the middle of the woods? That’s right. No one. They always had to be so quiet before, because their neighbors would complain about their loud sex (specifically Stiles crying out Derek’s name over and over again, and maybe sometimes his dirty talk is a little bit too loud and suddenly everyone in the building knows about how much Derek likes to get rimmed and fucked in the ass) and now they get no complains, so they hold absolutely nothing back

In the middle of unpacking in the kitchen, Derek pushes Stiles against one of the counters and maybe drops to his knees to blow him. Stiles nearly rips out the handle on one of the drawers when he comes, Derek’s lips wrapped around him

Derek is halfway through putting his books in alphabetic order (like the nerd he is) when Stiles comes up behind him, kissing his neck and reaching around to palm him through his pants. Derek doesn’t finish with the books for a while, because he ends up on the floor with Stiles on top of him, clothes discarded. They later find Stiles’ missing pair of underwear that somehow ended up on the top shelf

They have shower sex, which, as Stiles learns, is not as easy as movies and books make it seem like. He ends up having to pull away from kissing Derek’s neck, because he keeps getting water in his eyes. And he doesn’t even try to drop to his knees to blow or rim Derek, because “I am not drowning just so you can get a blow/rim job, Derek!” Eventually they figure it out though, but by the time the do, the water has turned cold

After grocery shopping one time, Derek pushes Stiles against their front door and takes him apart. The door may get a few scratch marks, but they can deal with that

They fuck several times on the couch, because it’s a comfortable and big couch, but they end up having to clean it more times than Stiles feels like doing it. They fuck against pretty much every wall in the house, and Stiles gets really into Derek pushing him against things now. Maybe Stiles tries to get Derek to have outdoor sex since they have a backyard now, but Derek puts his foot down at that (”What if a deer shows up?” “Then let it watch or you can scare it away like the big, bad wolf you are” “… No”)

By the time they have everyone over for a housewarming party, they’ve had to clean every single room of their house at least six times to get the smell of sex out of it. They don’t want to traumatize the other werewolves, alright

(They don’t do a good enough job though, cause lbr they probably get distracted halfway through cleaning and end up banging instead)

[ladydrace]

Yes, good, this is the sort of content I would like to wake up to every morning, thank you. <3

[pale-silver-comb]

For your consideration: Derek riding Stiles, all slow and steady, the best kind of slow boning, keeping himself on the edge and not touching his cock for so long that suddenly... he knots. Without it being snug inside anything, without even a single touch, and without any fucking warning. It's not even supposed to happen like this, but it's so good, so fucking good, and every nudge against his prostate makes his knot throb, and Stiles praises him, awe-struck, as he rides himself to climax.

I have been saving this, just looking at it every other hour, because it’s so damn beautiful and my soul, my soul Minna, it weeps.

Now, because this is me you know I am going to get a little bit emotional over this. Because, two things. Derek has never felt 100% comfortable during sex before. He’s maybe had one or two alright experiences. Maybe he’s had one or two good experiences, but he’s never made love, okay? He’s never felt like he could be himself, always having to hold back, always being afraid he’s not good enough for whoever he’s with. Always giving, never receiving. 

And, of course, he’s never knotted since Kate. Kate whose touch was always just a little too rough and her smile a little too condescending. Kate who pretended to love him and like a fool Derek believed her. He still remembers the first time he knotted in front of her. It had only happened to him a couple of times before, when he was alone and younger and he was just learning how good masturbating could be. Kate’s laughter, when it happened with her, has stayed with him to this day. It was the thing, weirdly enough, he heard after the fire. That laugh. That disdain for everything he is, who is family were. 

And so, of course, by the time he gets with Stiles he doesn’t even think about it. It’s just something he associates with death and shame and Stiles makes him feel neither of those things. 

The thing is, imagine Derek’s first time bottoming with Stiles. It’s the first time ever and it feels so strange but so good and he is pretty sure he could cry with how amazing Stiles’ hands feel on him, encouraging him gently, rubbing up and down his sides and whispering how well he’s doing, what a good boy he is. And Derek just feels himself light up with that praise; the same kind he gave to Stiles their very first time and Stiles was embarrassed about his body, the same kind they give to each other all the time and never seem to get used to. Derek doubts he ever will but hopes one day Stiles will believe him. Not that that means he will ever stop telling him how beautiful he is, how amazing. He somehow can’t help things like that around Stiles. Praise. Romance. He feels sixteen again. Feels right. 

And Derek’s got his eyes closed, head thrown back, mouth open on a silent whimper, a plea, as he slowly moves up and down, hating every moment Stiles isn’t fully inside him but loving the feeling of sinking down like nothing else, like Stiles is just everything good and safe and he’s somehow being set alight with it. 

It’s overwhelming.

It’s different.

It’s familiar. 

It’s Stiles. 

And Derek can’t help but lose himself completely, trusting Stiles will be there when it’s over, trusting he’ll be there forever, even though he stopped believing in forever a long time ago. 

He doesn’t even realise he’s knotting until he is because he already feels so good, so damn damn good, so he doesn’t notice. Not until he hears Stiles whisper holy fuck. Not until he looks down and all the old feelings come back, the laughter, the pain, and somewhere inside him something is saying stop, run, you’re a monster. He won’t stay. But Stiles isn’t freaking out, Stiles isn’t laughing, he just laces his fingers through Derek’s and squeezes. Hard. And Derek knows, Derek knows Stiles will ask a million question about this later, knows he probably already has a ton of research on his computer, knows Stiles already knows how badly Derek needs him right now.   

And it’s that, that safety that lets Derek keep going, push the bad feelings down, and just let himself believe just for a moment every part of him his beautiful. Not hot, not cool, not “impressive”, but beautiful. His knot swells the more he thinks about that. About how Stiles looks at him, not just right now, but every morning; when they argue, when one of them nearly dies. How Stiles steals his food and then feeds Derek from his plate. How Stiles looks at Derek in a million different ways and not one time has Derek ever felt bad about himself when he does. 

Looking down, he never remembers his knot being this big, never remembers it being this sensitive, Stiles’ breath ghosting over it, encasing it in a hot, teasing, tight way that pretty much defies all physical laws because it’s only breath, but it’s Stiles. Stiles, panting Derek’s name, a broken, awed sound on his lips.

Derek’s never made a sound like he does when Stiles comes inside him then, his own dick coming completely untouched moments later from the feeling alone. He doesn’t know if it’s closer to a howl or a cry, but he doesn’t care, doesn’t care how loud, how wanton or shameless or a multitude of other things he knows he’ll feel embarrassed about later, because Stiles is touching him now, cupping his knot in his hands and massaging, pulling, as Derek continues to shoot and shoot and shoot. 

Stiles is covered when Derek manages to focus his eyes. Covered and completely unphased. In the beginning Stiles found the come marking a little gross, but these days he practically whines when Derek even so much as suggests a shower after. And when Derek looks down, Stiles is just grinning up at him, rubbing Derek’s come into his chest and pulling him down until he can kiss him, hold him. Says, “I know, I’ve got you, okay? Just like you’ve got me, right?” 

And Derek nods, because that’s true. That’s what he always tells Stiles, in the dark, when he’s most vulnerable, and in that moment Derek has never felt more accepted, never felt more like the gift his mom always told him the bite was. 

[hoechloin]

[sexual tension intensifies]