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The Photo Diary Series Part 8 (Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7)

When Stiles made his way back into their bedroom the goofy smile froze on his face and slowly faded as his mouth dropped open in awe and an overwhelming wave of want.  Derek was stretched out on the bed, one hand tucked under his head and the other reaching down behind his cock to touch his hole with the very tip of his middle finger. Seeing Derek touch himself in that most intimate place never failed to set Stiles on fire, he never got used to the overwhelming sensuality of seeing the man he loved opening himself up just for Stiles to fill up. He almost dropped the bottle of lube clutched in his hand as Derek let out a breathy moan and arched his back just so, his vulnerable tummy stretched flat and the muscles in his forearm clenching and he explored his sensitive hole. 

“Fuck Derek, look at you..” Stiles whispered, half convinced that speaking aloud would somehow dissolve the perfect image in front of him.

He must have wiped the spunk off with the sheet and Stiles took a moment to mourn the lost opportunity of licking it up while he had the chance but then again, he’s pretty sure there’s going to be more where that came from. Gathering his thoughts quickly to keep up with Derek’s increasingly fevered moans from the bed, Stiles moved to the bottom of their mattress and knelt, taking a moment to absorb the sight in front of him. Derek’s head was thrown back, his stubbled chin the only part of his face that could be seen, and the movements of his body were beginning to show his frustration. The lack of lube on the scene meant that he could only go so far in his attempts to finger himself so Stiles quickly moved to remedy the situation. 

The snick of the lid on the lube caught Derek’s attention, his sensitive hearing picking up on it instantly, and he moved his hand away from his ass and slowly rolled his balls in the palm of his hand instead. As Stiles moved forward onto the bed Derek spread his legs further, making space for Stiles to get close and put his hands on Derek. First he rested his hands on the inside of Derek’s knees, then slowly dragged his fingertips down the sensitive skin of his inner thighs. Derek’s only reaction was to spread his legs further apart and thrust forward minutely, clearly trying hard not to give away his neediness after his teasing when Stiles left the bedroom. Smirking, Stiles suddenly grabbed Derek firmly behind the knees and pushed, bending Derek in half with his knees pressed to his chest and his ass fully exposed to Stiles’s hungry gaze. He leaned close and sucked a biting kiss to the inside of Derek’s thigh, breaking it only to smile again at Derek’s muttered curse at the sudden change in pace and position.

“Oh, did you think I was joking? Mr. I Like Teasing Stiles Early In the Morning having trouble taking what he dishes out,..hmm?” Stiles switched sides and set to work on another briefly-lived love bite on Derek’s other thigh, murmuring against the skin, “I think I remember something about making you cum twice before I let you have my cock, I think I’m gonna hold to that – you want that too?”

Without waiting for Derek to respond Stiles suddenly leant forward and licked a long stripe across Derek’s exposed hole all the way up to his balls, which he drew into his mouth one and a time and sucked, tonguing them gently. Derek’s hoarse shout at the first touch of his tongue had Stiles groaning too, the vibrations clearly feeling good on Derek’s balls as his hand grabbed at Stile’s hair with shaking fingers. Pulling away from his balls, Stiles moved lower to lavish more attention on Derek’s perfect pink little hole, first delicately tracing around his pucker just to hear him whine high in his throat, then laving it with the flat of his tongue and moaning himself when the hand in his hair clenched suddenly in reaction. Derek was so sensitive here, the slightest touch making him tremble and the fact that Stiles knew he was the only person that had ever touched Derek here just made it even more of an addiction for Stiles to give him as much pleasure as he possibly could.

In this position Stiles’s dick was pressed against the bed, the pressure easing the ache of his hard on but not doing anything to satisfy it. This morning was all about Derek though, and Stiles could wait for the moment that he got to sink into him, after thoroughly wringing two more orgasms out of him. Derek’s thighs were practically over his shoulders now and his ass was wet with Stiles’s saliva. His hole was relaxing from his earlier ministrations with his own fingers and now Stiles’s tongue could actually dip inside him in a dirtyhotsweet kiss. Stiles thought that he would be happy doing this all day if he could get away with it, just making Derek melt into their bed with pleasure and keeping him on the edge using his tongue like this. But as much as Stiles would be happy with that, he knew that what Derek really craved was feeling Stiles inside him so he brought both of his hands to Derek’s ass cheeks, trusting that Derek would hold his legs up himself, and pulled his cheeks apart so that he could begin fucking Derek with his tongue in earnest.

“Jesus fucking fuck – Stiles…oh…I’m gonna-” Derek’s slurred speech cut off suddenly as his orgasm hit him, his whole body jerking and spasming at the intensity of it. Stiles kept licking his hole, loving the feel of it clenching against his tongue as Derek came all over himself again. Two down, one to go he thought to himself with a grin.

@the-mess-sterek-left-behind @inell @eeyore9990 @hoechlbutt @lena221b @crossroadswrite @ladydrace  and any other bottom!derek lovers out there okay?

The last 48 hours have been absolute emotional hell and I feel like an ice pick is being driven into my temple. Can I pleeeease have some slow boning with bottom!derek and a hefty side of praise kink from one of my fav sterek queens? *bats eyelashes and pouts considerably*

pale-silver-comb:

Here you go sweetheart, I hope this makes your emotional hell just a little less hellish. *all the snuggles for a beautiful person* 

Hello, Stiles thinks, grinning as he steps into the bedroom. What do we have here?

His husband, that’s
what. His husband, who is currently naked and beautiful, ass high in the air,
waiting on the bed for him.

Their bed.

It makes Stiles’
heart flutter, even after all these years.

“Derek?” he
whispers, coming to stand beside him, running one hand up Derek’s back and over
his tattoo. There’s another one beside it now, a small bat, and it never fails
to make Stiles’ mouth fall open. To
remind you how brave you are when you look at it, Derek said when he got
it.

Stiles still feels
like he’s in a movie every time he looks at it. He never thought someone would love
him the way Derek does, get him the way Derek does, and it’s a little
overwhelming sometimes. That much love, just for him.  

“Stiles,” Derek answers,
turning his head slightly. There are tears in his eyes, not the bad kind but
they are still there, and Stiles frowns.

“Bad day?”

Derek nods, whispers
“please”, and Stiles leans down to kiss him; once, twice, three times, just
because he can. Shit like that’s important after all, but Stiles also can’t
help himself.

Ever.

He would happily
spend all day just kissing Derek. He has spent
all day kissing him.

“Okay, baby, but you
gotta tell me what you need. Can you do that for me?”

Derek hesitates for
a moment, biting his lip, and Stiles waits. He knows how hard it is for Derek
to ask for things, especially in bed. Hell, it’s sometimes hard for Stiles to ask for things, even after all
this time. They make quite the pair, but then again, that’s the point.

They make a pair. A pretty
good one. Matt may have turned out to be more than your average creepy stalker,
but he had a point when he said that.

“I want…can you…”
Derek whimpers, at a loss, lifting his ass up higher, and as much as Stiles
wants him to say the words, he knows when to pick his battles.

“You want me to
spank you, honey?”

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The Photo Diary Series Part 7

Stiles stripped the sheets back off of Derek’s body as he wrapped his hand more firmly around his length and watched as goosebumps broke out across his skin. Not because their room was cold, on the contrary the bright morning sun shining through their window had turned their bed into the perfect sunspot with rays of warmth hitting them. No, Derek often got like this when his body was uncovered but Stiles was still under clothes or sheets. It was when his body was totally revealed to Stiles’s gaze that his skin showed his awareness of the vulnerability he was now so happy to show, and to reward that willingness Stiles leaned in a licked one pebbled nipple before drawing it into his mouth and sucking. Derek’s cock throbbed against his palm as he drew the flat of his tongue across his nipple and then let his teeth drag against it as he pulled his mouth away.

“God I love the way you feel Derek,” Stiles mumbled against his chest as he rubbed his face against the dark hair there, contrasting against his sun kissed skin, “I love the way you feel on my mouth and my hands and my dick, want you always.” 

He was leaning fully over Derek now, one hand still gently pumping his cock while he was propped up on his other elbow to push himself across Derek’s chest and lavish attention upon his other nipple – only drawing back when he was satisfied with the moans falling from Derek’s lips in a steady stream of, “Yes – more – please.”

It had become clear early on in their relationship that Derek flourished when he was given praise, and Stiles was only too happy to wax lyrical about all the things he loved about Derek. At first he pretended it was just what he liked about him, but that farce didn’t last long in the face of Stiles’s urge to be honest with Derek after everything they had been through and after so many people had deceived him. It was a personal principle that Stiles had privately made with himself to never lie to Derek. And so his lust and love and appreciation for everything they did together in bed was a constant accompaniment to their sex life, and Derek never got tired of it. 

“I want to see you come for me Derek, I’ve been thinking about it since I woke up,” Stiles whispered into Derek’s ear. He didn’t speed up his hand, or tighten his grip, even though the precum Derek had been steadily leaking was slicking the way now. He wanted Derek to come just like this – gentle, slow and just as the warm up for the rest of their day together. “C’mon, do it Derek, come for me, I want to see it all over you. Want to lick you clean afterwards too…hmm? Would you like that?”

Derek whined high in his throat, his eyes finally blinking open after being screwed shut against the bright light outside. Stiles watched as his pupils contracted and marvelled, yet again, at how Derek’s eyes still filled with adoration when he looked at Stiles. Even now it blindsided him that this was his life. But he had more important matters at hand than wondering what he did right in some previous life to deserve this. Derek’s hips started becoming more insistent in their thrusts, and his stomach and thigh muscles were trembling – both sure signs that his orgasm was creeping up on him. It was when Derek edged his hand across the bed to grip Stiles’s thigh though that made him finally speed up his hand, leaning down to kiss Derek as he jacked him through his orgasm until the hand on his thigh was reflexively clenching and Derek couldn’t even kiss back anymore, his mouth open and panting as Stiles licked into it and swallowed up his moans.

Finally Derek knocked Stiles’s hand away from his oversensitive dick and leaned up on his elbow to properly kiss Stiles, totally unselfconscious of his cum spattered body. After lapping into Stiles’s mouth he drew back and quietly spoke, his lips still brushing against Stiles’s and his voice still husky from sleep, “Let me return the favour?”

Stiles found himself dumbly nodding, happy to agree to anything with Derek’s mouth on his. But as Derek’s hand crept further up his thigh, brushing against his aching cock through the thin cotton sheet, he suddenly pulled back. “Nope, no – not yet – wait I have plans!” He grabbed Derek’s hand from its insistent grip on his leg, and did his best not to melt in the face of the sudden pout and frowny eyebrows he was suddenly on the receiving end of. He did lean in for another kiss though, he’s only human. 

“That’s not a no entirely idiot, just a not yet. Let me get the lube and I’ll be right back okay?” With another kiss for good measure he dragged himself away from Derek and stumbled out of their bed. As he headed into their en suite bathroom (why the hell had he put the new lube in the bathroom cupboard what was wrong with him?!) he looked back over his shoulder and promptly bumped into the doorframe. Behind him on the bed Derek had made himself comfortable on a the pile of pillows and was idly watching Stile’s ass while rubbing his still hard cock in the mess of cum on his belly, the smug look on his face at Stiles’s clumsiness clearly indicating his intent to punish Stiles for the delay. 

Stiles rushed into the bathroom and knocked over bottles of mouthwash and shampoo in his haste to get the lube. “You’re gonna regret that Hale! You’re gonna have to come at least twice before I put my dick in you now – you giant teasing tease!”

The laugh that come from the direction of their bed had Stiles grinning like an idiot even as he bumped his head on the sink on his way back upright after rummaging in the cupboard.

@the-mess-sterek-left-behind @inell @stilinskihaleworld @eeyore9990 @hoechlbutt and any other bottom!derek lovers out there 🙂

Ohhh how about the pack freaking out about derek limping -cause werewolf healing and all that jazz- but it turns out derek just stopped the healing so he could feel stiles for a little longer? *wink wink*

mlmsrogers:

“Is it just me, or is Derek limping again?” Scott asked, leaning forward in his seat, his voice lowered to a near whisper.

The rest of the pack’s heads turned and all eyes landed on Derek walking out of the living room to the kitchen. No, not walking. Derek was limping. It was subtle, barely noticeable, but that was definitely a limp. And if Scott’s ears weren’t playing him, he was sure Derek had even groaned when he got up from where he had been seated next to Stiles on the couch.

Stiles followed the others’ eyes to where Derek disappeared out of view, and a sense of pride and smugness filled him because yes, Derek Hale was absolutely limping. He bit back the grin tugging at his lips and shrugged, turning back to the pack. “I guess he is, yeah.”

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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.

ladydrace:

pale-silver-comb:

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 is 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. 

#ETERNALSTEREK #BOTTOM!DEREK #BOTTOMDEREKCLUB #FEELINGS #KNOTTING #MINNA YOU ARE THE WORST #I WAS ONLY GOING TO REPLY WITH A DRABBLE #AND NOW LOOK WHERE WE ARE #COVERED IN EMOTIONAL WEREWOLF JIZZ #TALK STEREK TO ME #LADYDRACE  @pale-silver-comb

Covered in emotional werewolf jizz is the BEST place to be, no lies, man, this is insanely beautiful and more than I ever dared hope for, and also, quite coincidentally, my EXACT headcanon about poor Derek’s early sex life. -sobs forever-

Bless you, friend. Bless you and your knotting feels. ❤

elisa, you know what i was thinking about earlier today? derek pushing stiles down and riding him and stiles is just unable to take his eyes off of derek, gaping at him. and derek grabs stiles’ hands and moves them to his thighs while he continues to ride him, enjoying the blissful look on stiles’ face

atticuos:

CHARLIE.

DAMMIT Charlie, I’m trying to write your own prompt here and you attack with this, Charlie!

*fans self*

When it comes to those two boys fucking, literally everything is hot, but holy god if there’s something that destroys me into a hot sobbing mess it’s them riding each other. So, I shall destroy you too, my friend. You asked for it.

When they finally got their heads out their asses [(¬‿¬) not totally though (¬‿¬)] and got together Stiles rode him many times, and both of them had come in record time from it, because it’s just so fucking hot, okay? Constant eye contact, while they gasp and moan and just yOU KNOW HOW I FEEL ABOUT STILES MOUTH IMAGINE IT HALF AGAPE THE WHOLE DAMN TIME AND DEREK DOWN THERE BARELY BREATHING CUZ IT’S JUST SO H O T OKAY.

BUT you were talking about Derek riding Stiles. WHICH IS EVEN WORSE.

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ladydrace:

A while ago @lena221b posted this, and I said I’d write porn about it. I DID plan for it to be longer than this, but such is the way of my muses, those lil shits.

Tagging @lena221b, @crossroadswrite, @eeyore9990, @pale-silver-comb, @mad-madam-m and @fuckyesbottomderek because bottom!Derek.

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The sounds they’re making are obscene.
In the most basic sense of the word, even. Lewd, wet, slapping noises
happen every time Stiles slams his cock back inside Derek, lube
squelching between them with every thrust, and, oh god, Derek is
gonna murder him, because they’re definitely gonna get lube on his
crisp white dress shirt.

But Stiles cannot be blamed, frankly.
Nuh uh, this one is all on Derek. Stiles was getting ready,
like he was damn well supposed to, and then Derek wandered in wearing
fucking bondage gear. Stiles cannot be expected to be cool
about shit like that! No matter how much Derek claims it’s a
legitimate clothing item, Stiles maintains that anything that looks
like it could be ordered from a BDSM website cannot possibly be
innocent.

Ergo: Derek did it on purpose. And also
ergo: this is all Derek’s fault.

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The Photo Diary Series Part 1 (Part 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7,)

Did Stiles take this mid romp? 

Once they’re established and happy and Derek is so relaxed and trusting around Stiles in their shared space, in their cosy and comfortable bed. He is so proud and full of belief in their relationship and the truth of their shared feelings for each other that he can now appreciate his body and luxuriate in his lover’s appreciation of his body. 

Its no longer a weapon to be used against him and the ones he cares about or as a commodity by which his value or worth is measured.

 Now his body is just there to be loved and loved and loved by one Stiles Stilinski who takes these random little intimate shots and lets Derek take ones of him to remember these hard earned moments of languor and love. I just can’t handle it 

@the-mess-sterek-left-behind @pale-silver-comb @inell @eeyore9990 and whoever else loves some bottom!derek mmmkay?