Is that Dylan? Because lol

Who are you

Whats your favorite color

Favorite ship

Favorite ice cream flavor

Do you have a cat

Ahora ya sabes dónde estoy y qué hago y por qué Teen Wolf lo tengo en stanby, así que voy a responder a esta pregunta con ¡¡¡TEEN WOLF!!! porque es nuestro rollo, ya feel me, bby?

*clears throat* Ignore me~~

“Stiles”, dice, intentando que el sueño no le quiebre la voz lo suficiente para que el gruñido se convierta en ese ruidito que hace reír a Stiles en lugar de hacer que su corazón salte en su pecho.“Derek”.Su atención sigue en el televisor y su tono no fue más que el de un saludo cordial.“Porno”, dice Derek, apareciendo junto al sofá y señalando el televisor. “En mi tele”.“3D”.“Lo sé. Tú la compraste”, para Lydia, piensa, pero no se permite decirlo.“Sep”.Derek le mira, la soberbia sonrisa complacida de su rostro, su cuerpo relajado contra el sofá, hundiéndose en el que ha denominado “su sitio” desde que Derek cometió el error de dejarle pasar detrás de Isaac y Scott tras el primer encuentro con los alphas. Stiles tiene las pupilas dilatadas y sus manos apoyadas sobre los muslos. Tiemblan cada ciertos segundos, muy cerca de… Sí. Stiles. Problemas. Sheriff. Cárcel.

(Oh this is gonna be NSFW. Yes I’m still writing these, after this I have four more to go.)

“Dylan, are you-?”

“Fine,” he said, nodding his head and wincing at how his voice cracked. He cleared his throat, trying again. “I’m fine.”

Except that he kind of wasn’t. Because this was wrong and he was pretty sure something about this was supposed to be sexy but it just… wasn’t.

They had been together for a few months and now they were finally going all the way and Dylan had had expectations. And now he felt like he couldn’t breathe because having Tyler’s dick up his ass was a lot different from sucking it or jacking him off.

A lot different.

Like he knew Tyler was bigger than average, but this was just too much.

He bit his lip, one hand on the headboard and the other on Hoechlin’s chest (Tyler had insisted on Dylan being on top so that he could be the one to take in as much of Hoechlin as he wanted at a time and that was the most awkward conversation of his life).

“We can stop,” Tyler said, fingers digging into Dylan’s hips regardless.

And nope he wasn’t going to stop. Because judging by Hoechlin’s face and the strong grip on him, he was actually enjoying this. And Tyler’s fingers had felt like fucking heaven inside of him and more was always better, right?

“No,” Dylan managed to say. “No, it’s-” He shifted slightly and- “Oh, fuck.”

Apparently angles were involved with this. He wiggled around a bit more, letting out a low moan and closing his eyes. Hoechlin’s grip on his hips tightened and the older man moved up a bit into Dylan.

His other hand left the headboard and fell to Hoechlin’s chest, eyes opening as he panted, looking down at a lust-filled Tyler who was tangling his fingers in his hair before bringing Dylan’s mouth down to his and thrusting up again and-.

Wolfbane en castellano sería acónito, o matalobos. pero mejor acónito. Y no sé qué más decirte, porque no tengo ni idea de lo que buscas xD

Tarada…

SI YO SOY SUPERNORMAL!!?!?!!!???

Sabes qué, mala pécora??? UN AMIGO MÍO SIEMPRE QUE ME VE ME PREGUNTA, ¿QUÉ TAL VAN ESOS PRINCIPIOS, PAU? xDDDDDDDD

Mi vagancia atraviesa cualquier frontera!