#Boiles

[itsme-basil]

Gang rape - read on ao3

Tags: Stiles x Hale pack, omegaverse, non-con

Part 1 of 2

Tagging: @therogueheart

Derek smells the omega first. It's ripe, in beat, and his mouth waters. It doesn't take long before his betas smell it too, eyes flashing. Derek bolts from the clearing, paws beating against the hard packed soil. Behind him, Boyd, Erica and Issac are at his heels. 

The moon is high in the sky, and Derek howls as he follows the trail. An in heat omega in their woods wasn't something Derek or the betas could pass up. Unmated omegas weren't allowed out in public. This one was definitely unmated, and the scent of heat pulled to the werewolf pack's instincts like a fish on a line. 

The closer Derek got, the more the scent of the omega told him. The omega was male, young. He was lost, afraid. The smell had Derek's saliva glands working overtime. He licked his muzzle as he ran. 

The omega is in a clearing not far from the lake the pack goes swimming in during hot days. Derek growls a barked warning to his betas as they charge forward and they quickly lose steam. Derek takes the lead once more, shifting mid stride and standing over the omega. 

His betas shift as well, the four of them watching as the omega whimpers, arms around his stomach and shoulder leaning into a tree for support. 

"You lost?" Erica asked, voice a rumbled growl, eyes flashing gold. 

The omega looks up, eyes a bright, whiskey brown. Pupils dilated. Derek takes a step forward, unsure what he intends to do as he reaches a hand out. Does he want to see if he's okay, needs help? Or does he want to mount him? Both options tug at his gut. 

The omega smells heady, wet and inviting, and Derek's eyes flash red as he inhales. The omega instinctively takes a step forward, and the close proximity answers Derek's question. 

The omega staggers forward, into Derek's chest on a whine, nose and mouth pressed into Derek's neck. He's too far gone in his heat. Derek wraps his arms around the omega and pulls him in closer. 

"It's alright, omega," he breathed, cock thickening. "We'll take good care of you."

The omega shakes his head even as he grips at Derek's bare sides, practically rubbing his scent all over the alpha. 

"I need- I need to go to a clinic," he rasps. Derek turns to face his pack, hands working on their own to slide under the omega's shirt. 

"What's your name?" Erica asked, sliding up behind the omega. 

"Sti-Stiles," the omega whines. "Please, I need a clinic."

Derek lifts Stiles' shirt up, exposing his torso. Erica's hands slip around to his front, unbuttoning his jeans, which are soaked with slick. 

"We'll take care of you," Isaac hums. Boyd is there too. They're crowding the omega, keeping him from wiggling free. 

They get him out of his clothes even as he struggles weakly against them. Poor thing is too lost, too dazed to really fight the four of them. Too human to go up against the pack. 

"Shh," Derek breathes into the whimpering omega's ear, lowering them to the ground. Stiles has tears in his eyes. He's fighting weakly, but Derek knows what he needs, and somewhere in Stiles' mind, he knows it too. 

He doesn't fight as Derek turns him around, so his back is to Derek's chest. His cock slits in between his ass cheeks, coated with slick. Stiles moans and rocks back onto him, head dropping back. 

"There we go," Erica purrs, crowding in front of them both as Derek adjusts Stiles in his hold. 

"Please," Stiles whines. "Please I need -hhhnn- I need a clin-"

He doesn't get to say much else. Derek's too lost in his own instincts to claim to really focus on the weak attempts at persuasion. Stiles says he doesn't, but Derek can smell he does. 

His hole is sloppy already, heat making the rim lose and ready without much prep. Derek gets an arm under one of Stiles' legs, lifting it enough that he can try and get the right angle. 

He growls when his cock slips, the omega too slick for him to slide in without help. Erica grabs him by the base and Derek lowers Stiles onto it. 

The omega wails at the intrusion, head falling back onto Derek's shoulder as he sinks down to the hilt. 

Derek drops onto his back and fucks up into the omega. Around him, his betas growl with want, envy. 

Boyd is the first to move. He drops to his knees at Derek's head, holding his own cock firm. Stiles -lost in the feeling of having an alpha inside him- barely registers what's happening. His mouth parts when Boyd presses the tip of his cock against soft pink lips. He takes the beta in smoothly, choking when Boyd hits the back of his throat, barely fitting all of him inside. 

Erica is quick to scramble up next. She straddles Stiles' hips, eyes flashing as she grabs his omega cock and lines herself up. She sinks down and Stiles moans around Isaacs cock. Derek growls a moan of his own as the omega tightens around him. He fucks up into him harder. 

The force of his thrusts sends Stiles' cock up into Eric's cunt. He can hear Stiles choking on Boyd's dick, and that's all it takes for Isaac to break and drop to his knees in the clearing. He grabs Stiles' hand, forces it around his cock, curls his own hand around it to keep Stiles put, and fucks into his fingers. 

Derek already feels his knot forming, his teeth sharpening. The omega pants and whines between them, overstimulated and satisfied all at once. Derek's pack knows how to pleasure the oenga. They take everything he's willing to give and more. More slick drools past Derek's cock, coating his thighs and setting the soil under them. Erica's cunt creates slick of its own, leaving the poor thing a mess. 

Derek revels in the choked off moans and gasps in his ear as Boyd fucks into his throat, and with a final thrust, Derek locks into the omega. Stiles' back arches, he crows around Boyd. Derek howls, cumming heavily into the omega's tight clutch. 

He bites down hard on Stiles' neck, breaking skin. Isaac shouts his own release at the sight. 

Stiles cums seconds later. Derek can smell it. Can feel the flutter of his asshole as he spills his infertile load into Erica. 

Erica continues to rock on his cock, using her fingers to rub at her clit, panting and growling as she brings herself closer to her own release. 

Stiles eagerly swallows Boyd's. Derek pulls his teeth from his neck, licking at the bond bite he's placed there. 

"Such a good boy," he breathed, hips twitching as he continues to empty himself into Stiles. The omega whimpers at the praise, cum glistening against his lips. 

Erica pulls off with a sigh, leaning down to lick up the mess at Stiles' groin. Derek watches with baited breath as she opens her mouth, sharp teeth grazing the sensitive skin of the omega's inner thigh as she sucks up slick and cum. 

"Bite him," Derek demands, voice alpha sharp. The betas around him whimper. The omega in his arms lets out a reedy "please."

Please don't, or please do, Derek doesn't know, but he doesn't care to ask. His own bond bite is on Stiles' neck. The omega is his, his pack's. 

Erica bites at his inner thigh, breaking the skin just as Derek has. The omega screams, arching and tugging on Derek's knot as he cums again. Isaac bites down on the soft inside of Stiles' forearm. Boyd's teeth break the skin on Stiles' shoulder, on the opposite side of where Derek had bitten him. 

From how cognizant Stiles had been before they showed up, Derek knows he's only at the beginning of his heat. It could last up to 3 days. He curls his arms tighter around the loose body laying on top of him, his betas soothing their own bond bites with soft lips and tongues. 

"Please," Stiles sobs, chest heaving. 

"Shh," Derek breathes. "We're going to take good care of you."

It takes a few minutes for Derek's knot to deflate and he slips out of the omega with a groan. He lifts Stiles up as he stands and the betas quickly follow. Their full moon run is cut off short, but no one minds as they follow Derek back to the pack house. 

Stiles -momentarily satiated and sleeping from the thorough fucking Derek and his betas gave him- rests his cheek against Derek's shoulder. 

"Do we get to keep him?" Isaac asked, looking as excited as a puppy at the prospect of a new toy. Erica and Boyd look at Derek expectantly as well, and Derek nods easily. 

"He's ours now," he decides. He knew the moment he smelled the omega in the wind that he'd be theirs. The omega whimpers against his neck, bleeding from his various bites, cum and slick on his skin, inviting the pack to stop right there and fuck him into the ground once more. 

Even if the omega didn't want them, it was too late. Derek wouldn't let him go. He was too perfect. Perfect for his pack. For his betas. He'd kill anyone who tried to take him from them. 

[wileycap]

I don't think I've seen anybody talk about how absolutely insane The Boiling Rock is from Hakoda's perspective.

Imagine getting captured, and your son tells you that you won't be apart for too long. That's sweet, but obviously your son has no resources to spare for organizing a breakout. You hope that the Avatar can defeat the Fire Lord soon - that's the earliest time you could hope to be rescued.

You get put into a temporary holding facility until the guards can sort out who is who. After a while, they put you on a prisoner transport to the Boiling Rock. Your captors try to intimidate you by telling you that it's the highest security prison in the Fire Nation, probably the whole world. It's far away from the capital.

You arrive at the Boiling Rock. It really is in the middle of a boiling lake. There's only one way in or out, and it's a gondola that takes you above the boiling lake. You meet the warden. They take you to your cell. You settle down to wait for the end of the war.

And 15 minutes later Sokka comes in like "hey dad I'm here I got the prince of the Fire Nation and an Earth Kingdom ninja leader gf ok let's go I'm busting you out"

[mudanonaito]

[marisatomay]

Can he send just like one tweet right now just one tweet I’m begging

[demaparbat-hp]

That infamous prison escape.

[monzterzack]

i am trying really hard to nail them down in my style

[rockymountainqueen2]

From this -

This post is mostly for those who don't want to have to click on the link in order to read the entirety of The Owl House's series bible.

[fulltimecatwitch]

As someone from Mexico I feel deeply obligated to let the US left know that Claudia Sheinbaum is neither of these things and while having a women rule the country for the first time is a historic achievement it is not the win you think it is

Edit: She condemned the violence of the on going war on Palestine but never pressured the mexican goverment to break ties with Israel and one of her proposals as a president is to give the military here ( that btw is trained by the Isr*eli army) more power

As the mayor of Mexico City she constantly used the riot police against protestors and allowed the use of tear gas ( which she later claimed wasn't true)

She calls herself a feminist but always refused to acknowledge the wave of violence Mexico faces against women ( 11 women dissapear every day in Mexico) She has also knowingly made men accused of SA part of her campaign team

She also supports "Tren Maya", a project that caused massive ecological devastation in the mayan jungle and facilitated military violence against indigenous communities

You don't live here, you don't know shit so please don't push this kind of narrative idolizing these people

this is not a win for us

[emeryleewho]

People on here are always like "fuck capitalism, why can't things be weird anymore" and then write up a whole dissertation about how the biggest IPs need to change to be weirder.

Like, you are so close. You are so close to getting the point. "Big" IPs *can only exist because they are normal*. They will *never* be weird. They will *never* do what you want. Go find some smaller IPs. Bring back discovery. Bring back never having heard of a book before you buy it. Bring back watching obscure anime online that none of your friends know about. Bring back trying new things, even if they're bad or cheaply made. That is how you get *weird*.

[lospalatoredinuvole]

Carpe Diem... Con il bigattino, mais o le boiles?

[itsme-basil]

Party Favor - read on ao3

Tags: Stiles x Hale pack, knotting, gangbang

Tagging: @therogueheart

Stiles was sprawled on his stomach, leaning over the kitchen table with a blindfold on and his hands duct taped to the sides. He moaned loudly as someone rammed into him, hard and fast, his own cock leaking into the groind between his feet. 

"He loves it," he heard Boyd say, a grin in his tone. Stiles did. He loved every second of it. Being passed around and fucked. 

"God, his ass is sucking me in," Isaac growled, clawed fingers biting into Stiles' hips as he thrusted in and out. He couldn't remember how many times he had been used. He could barely tell who was fucking him when. Pleasure had his thighs trembling and he moaned loud as Isaac finally came in his ass. 

Another tally mark was sharpied into the skin of his pack as Isaac pulled out, patting Stiles' ass appreciatively. 

He felt the air on his gaping asshole and he whimpered, feeling cum dribble down his perineum, over his balls to join the rest of the mess on the floor. Everyone's cum mixed together sweetly in his ass. 

Another hand settled on his lower back, and he knew from the size of it that it was Boyd. He braced himself, giddy to feel his thick cock split him open. 

Out of all the werewolves that had partaken in Stiles, Derek and Boyd were the thickest, and his favorites. Boyd sank in with a smooth glide and a breathy noise. Stiles lifted onto his toes, pulling at his arms still taped to the sides of the table. He wanted to touch himself. Wanted to cum so bad. 

He'd managed two orgasms since the start of the party. Once when Derek knotted him, and the second when Jackson angled himself just right and fucked into his prostate nonstop until he was sobbing and shaking. 

Being fucked and passed around like he was felt amazing, and he never wanted it to stop. But he wanted to cum again. Needed it desperately. 

"Please, please, please," he groaned into the wood of the table, wriggling his hips, hoping to get some type of friction against his no doubt red and leaking dick. 

Boyd only chuckled as he fucked him harder. They could hear the game in the living room, the other guys cheering for their team. Stiles wasn't much of a sports fan, at least not when it came to football, but he was glad he came. 

Boyd emptied himself deep in Stiles' ass before pulling out. Stiles clamped down on him as he did, whimpering at the loss and begging wordlessly for him to continue. 

"Such a cockslut," Boyd said, putting his own tally next to Isaac's. He couldn't wait to go to the bathroom and see how many are there. 

Someone removed the tape from around his wrists and he was lifted into the air. He barely reacted as his legs were forced around someone's hips. He curled his arms around their neck, moaning at the feeling of fabric against his cock. He rocked into their stomach as they walked away from the table. They chuckled and Stiles knew it was Derek. 

He set his mouth against Derek's collarbone, rocking into Derek, trying desperately to get off. The sounds of the TV grew louder, and then they were in the living room, Derek sitting down with Stiles straddling his lap. 

He was manhandled until Derek's cock was pressing into his entrance. Stiles eagerly lifted himself up and down, using his hands on Derek's shoulders for balance. He couldn't help the soft whimpers and little breathy moans that fell from his mouth, the tip of his cock rubbing against Derek's torso as he fucked himself on the alpha's dick. 

Derek didn't last long before his knot caught on Stiles' rim, locking him in place and filling him with cum. He settled for rocking softly against Derek's stomach, chin resting on his shoulder. The alpha yelled along with everyone else at the tv, for the most part ignoring Stiles on his lap. It made Stiles' cock twitch, the need to cum intensifying. 

He was so close to actually cumming when a hand slipped between him and Derek and got ahold of his cock, pinching just under the head and stopping his release. Stiles let out a frustrated groan, head falling back and teeth biting into his cheek. 

"You don't get to cum yet, little party favor," Peter hummed. "Not until you're on my cock." 

Stiles whimpered, struggling to stay still on Derek's knot and not thrust up into Peter's hand. The werewolf held onto his cock until the need to cum went away. 

It felt like too long before Derek's knot went down enough for him to slip out, and just as it did, Stiles was grabbed under the arms and lifted off of Derek's lap. He landed on Peter's with a gasp, cum drooling out of his ass and making a mess everywhere. None of the other werewolves seemed to mind. 

"There we go," Peter murmured, slipping into Stiles' soaked and gaping hole easily. Stiles wrapped his arms around Peter's neck, letting the werewolf bounce his hips up and down. A hand went to his cock and stripped him to the rhythm of Peter's thrusts and he wailed in pleasure, thighs tensing as he came all over the werewolf, hole milking Peter through his orgasm until Peter came right after him. 

He barely had time to catch his breath before someone else got ahold of him and put him to work. 

[aueua]

people with siblings: how do you feel about them?

[thorcep]

Zuko and Suki had an awakening in the blimp after boiling rock

[jeonseoguu]

cooked beyond redemption

[1001aus]

AU where Danny has spent a very long time in the Infinite Realms for one reason or another (time travel work for Clockwork, Ghost King business, fled Earth for some reason, decided he didn't jive with living under capitalism, realized he wasn't aging, whatever).

On his first trip out to the living world where he actually interacts with living people, he drops into a reality where the Justice League exists and gets curious about the Watchtower. It's definitely Earth technology, but it's way different than anything he's seen them build before. How cool! He has to check it out.

He gets intercepted. Danny's first introduction to the Justice League is Green Lantern, Superman, and Martian Manhunter. They're friendly enough when they realize he's just curious.

In the course of talking, his abilities come up. Danny talks about his ice and the time powers Clockwork started teaching him after AGIT.

Then one of them says something along the lines of "and you can fly."

Danny gives them a weird look.

"...and I can walk?"

Which is about the moment that they realize that, not only has Danny assumed that flight is normal for them (since all of the people he's met since showing up are capable of it), but he could have any number of abilities that he considers not worth mentioning.

[scarecrowgolem]

Hey uhh @/nativenews has been posting antisemitic shit and platforming sketchy tweeters can we maybe stop rbing from them