Unresolved Stiles Tension (or Four Times Stiles Asked If Derek Found Him Attractive, and the One Time Derek Actually Answered)

When Stiles goes to college, for some reason, he has to share an apartment with Derek, which sucks, because Derek still hates him the most. They fall in love.

When Stiles goes to college, for some reason, he has to share an apartment with Derek, which sucks, because Derek still hates him the most. They fall in love.

I've seen some great girl!Stiles fic, but I'm really curious to see some girl!Derek fic. Can be gen or Derek/Stiles (and if anon wants to make Stiles a girl, too, I wouldn't complain...)

For an LJ avengerkink prompt: Steve is very confused/weirded out by the distinct lack of pubic hair on modern women (or at least the women Tony has forcibly exposed him to). Sure he's a virgin, but he's seen naughty pictures/European burlesque shows. Therefore he's more than a little apprehensive when Natasha finally gets her panties off. Luckily she's a firm believer in giving her partners something to hold on to. Steve goes wild. +1 - it happens during group sexytimes and all the others stop what they're doing to watch Steve eat her out

The Avengers have kind of gotten into the habit of falling asleep or winding down all huddled and pressed against each other, after defeating a tough villian, Clint and Tasha coming back from a solo mission, one of them has nightmares, etc. They've actually got to the point they don't even bother about it and it's almost automatic. Then they end up having to take on a supervillian in the middle of nowhere, and when they're done they're on the Hellcarrier, with it's tiny claustrophic rooms; and even any of Tony's international mansions are a long way off. Cue to them getting really annoyed, twitchy, snappy, about the whole thing. Bruce might even end up Hulking out again, and having to be contained. Then they all go fuck it, Nat, and Clint steal as many pillows and blankets they can get, Tony overrides the containment unit settings to get Bruce out, and they all just find some place to set up and curl up. Bonus for Steve and Thor, who are normally the easiest to get along with, glare and threaten bodily harm to any of the SHIELD members who try to even enter the area. The internet if they forgo everything, break into Hulk's containment unit, because hey it is big and comfy enough, and just use him as a body pillow to curl up on, with the Hulk not even minding. I just want a post battle big superhero cuddle pile, okay. Because even heroes need their hug time.

Terezi tells Dave and Karkat she's getting them matching red collars. When she's not around, they have a mini argument/fight about what this means, and which of them gave her the impression they wanted to be collared/owned. (they both argue that it was the other one) obviously they are in denial, they both want it, and terezi is really good at figuring things out. also this can end however but preferably with a sexy collaring scene. smut optional

Dave can't talk dirty without making a fool of himself; to no one's surprise, Karkat is a screamer; and in summary, Dave and Karkat are terrible people to room next to.

Ghost Gauntlets + Authentic Wriggling Tentacle Dildos. Rose + Dave. It's really very simple.

In which xeno/inflation/mpreg/egg-laying is taken entirely too seriously, compulsive world building is showcased, and I pretend really hard that Gamzee might ever be a sympathetic character again. Originally found at: http://homesmut.dreamwidth.org/8447.html?thread=39867903

"My name is Karkat Vantas," you say when the recording starts. "Imperial ID number 4136-1211-15201. I'm applying for status as a pail slave. I'm," you swallow hard to try to clear the lump from your throat, "I'm unfit for standard contribution due to abnormal hemotype, but I want to serve my Empire to the best of my ability. I understand the physical demands of the position and," your voice cracks, "I'm training to be better prepared for them. I swear to cooperate readily and faithfully with my assigned user. I surrender my body to Imperial custody. All hail Her Imperious Condescension, and all hail her glorious Empire."

One is a majorly kinky adult man in his prime, who got to go to nightclubs and met people and had one night stands and learned through trial and error, and is now fairly relaxed about his needs. The other is a teenager who thanks to the internet and his own reasoning has a lot of intellectual understanding and nothing else and zero real social experience, and the same needs and instincts and no outlet for them.

You wake up to the sound of rain thundering hard and heavy against the roof of your apartment building.

Cassandra stumbles across a secret literature-exchange society in Skyhold. She disapproves, of course. Deeply. (That person who keeps prompting for crossovers with characters out of Varric's novels? Not her.)