ok since my pc was dead…was, but is not anymore, so one new and one old, finished doodle.
Yea… I like bottom!Derek definitely much more then Stiles like that, if someone is curious; so try to not murder me and deal with that… well or not, up to u xD
THIS IS JUST SO MUCH YES IN ONE ASK LIKE DO YOU EVEN KNOOOOOOOW HOW I FEEL ABOUT PRAISE KINKS???!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ESPECIALLLYYYYY BOTTOM!DEREK AND PRAISE!???!!!! DO YOUUUUUUU!!?!????????
Listen I just need to get a few things off my chest right now
Derek Hale’s magnificent ass receiving the attention it damn well deserves. I’m talking HOURS of attention, julia. a head canon of mine and seemingly of a lot of people is that Derek doesn’t think he should be a bottom, especially if we’re talking alpha!derek. His wolf should NOT be wanting to submit to Stiles like that, literally every soft spot on display so he fights it. Stiles can telllllll hes fighting it too because anytime stiles clamps a hand down on the back of his neck or he grabs at his ass, spreading him Derek damn near howls before flipping them over so that Stiles can ride him and so that his ass is far from stiles’ reach
NOOOOOOOOW lets talk about what happens when they finally sit down and talk about this because Stiles likes to have a safe sane and consensual time in the bedroom, chock full of open and honest communication. ESPECIALLY because he knows Derek’s romantic history and how incredibly difficult it is for him to ask for literally anything. It happens on the couch with Stiles’ hand in Derek’s hair, giving him a scalp massage to keep the tension out of his shoulders and Derek admits oh so quietly that he wants to try bottoming and Stiles is just ecstatic cause hes been waiting literal years to get his hands on that asssssssssss. Stiles wants to start small, doens’t want to fuck Derek the first night they try anyyything ya know? If he ends up not even like a couple fingers in his ass Stiles highly doubts he’ll like his dick up there. So he gives Derek a back massage that obviously ends in a thorough rimming and fingering. Derek is making noises like he didn’t know anyyyyything could feel that good, whines and little needy ‘nnhs’ that Stiles has never heard him make and it has his dick throbbing in his pants.
After the exploratory mission as Stiles likes to call it, Derek is like im gunna need you in me like yesterday and obviously Stiles is MORE than happy to do so. However, when he’d been rimming Derek within an inch of his life he’d picked up on something. Derek Hale needed and loved to be praised during sex. When Stiles called him a good boy for lifting his ass up Derek had actually leaked onto the pillow Stiles slipped under him. When Stiles was whispering how much Derek deserved to feel good and how proud of him he was for finally asking for what he wanted, Derek spread his legs a little wider and let out a bitten off whine. And when Stiles told Derek how pretty he was for him, all spread out on his fingers Derek may or may not have sobbed. So the night Derek wanted to bottom, Stiles had him on his back and had just gotten Derek’s pants and shirt off when he murmured ‘hips up for me’ and Derek immediately complied he was confident when he called Derek HIS good boy, kissing him sweetly from his bent knees to the crease of his hip. ‘legs up Der’ and Derek had his knees to his chest so fast he almost brained himself. Stiles had already known that Derek had a thing for his hands but now that Stiles had fingered him? Derek had been gazing at his hands alllllll week like he wanted to devour them. It definitely didn’t make Stiles preen, not at all not one bit no sir.
CAN WE TALK ABOUT STILES BATTING DEREK’S HANDS AWAY WHEN HE GOES TO JERK HIM OFF OR GIVE HIM HEAD THAT NIGHT?! Can we talk about Stiles being like ‘no, no sweetheart tonight is about you and, honestly, I’m leaking in my pants right now because of how good I’m making you feel so trust me I’m good. you just lie back and enjoy this, you deserve this.’ and maybe Derek hides his face in the crook of his arm when Stiles starts slicking up his dick and stiles makes him look at him so he can give Derek a tender kiss as he nudges his way into his beautiful werewolf boyfriend for the very first time. Derek is TREMBLING and Stiles’ hands are entwined with his on either side of his head and he can’t stop laying little kisses and bites along that distracting tendon in Derek’s neck while he tells him how good he feels and thanks Derek for letting him have this, for trusting him with this.
I REALLY JUST LOVE BOTTOM!DEREK AND HIM GETTING ALL THE PRAISE AND BUTT LOVIN CAUSE HE IS A GOOD BOY AND HE DESERVES IT GDI IM JUST-
@pale-silver-comb my praise queen, would u like to weigh in? also any of the bottom!derek homies, feel free to come in and wreck my entire ass with talks of this pls @ladydrace@hoechlbutt@eeyore9990 and honestly anyone else im too emotional about Derek Hale rn to tag everyone I wanna tag
AND ANOTHER THING
YOU SHOULD DEFINITELY THINK ABOUT sensitive af Derek.
Em has me on the warpath for hypersensitive Derek like, Derek that can get off from a few well placed taps on his prostate kind of sensitive and stiles loooooves it. They have the most fun playing with it and the pack literally gags when they enter a room because they always smelled like sex before but this is just different okay it’s constant and heady and cloying in the air. These two are literalllllly sickening with all their love makin. Also prostate milking. Derek loves being milked for allllllllll hes worth, allowing himself to have no choice but to give into the pleasure he’s been craving for so long and it is just fucking phenomenal, at the end of it he always feels extremely content and finally satisfied.
BUT ALSO
Confident Derek who is no longer ashamed of neeeeding to be filled and asking- no, demanding it. Needy! Derek! Derek letting himself neeed someone in every way. Not looking down on himself for feeling so much and not separating sex from love. With him and stiles its alllll entertained. A secure in his sexuality Derek that loves getting tenderly face fucked and lives for sucking dick bruh. Derek Hale turning himself around when he’s on top and spreading himself with shaky hands as he sinks back down onto stiles because he waaaaants stiles to see where their joined, in detail; where Derek is all his and he is all Dereks.
I WILL REIGN HELL FIRE FOR DEREK HALE, SEXUALLY CONTENT AND CARED FOR!!!!!!!
Christ, why do you keep doing this, what the fuck did I ever do to you, omfg.
Summary: Derek is getting more and more comfortable around
Stiles. Maybe a little too comfortable.
Notes: Written for @shealwaysreads for her
birthday! ❤ (I tried to get as much of what you requested into this as I could. I
hope you like it!) Inspired by this adorable art. (On AO3)
Derek’s a lot more comfortable with himself these days. And
Stiles definitely considers that a good thing, because Derek’s been guilty and
angry for far too long. It’s nice to see him smile, nice to see him laugh.
Derek being comfortable with himself also means he’s more
comfortable with his pack, spending a lot of time with all of them. And really,
Stiles is all for that, too. Derek’s been yearning to belong, to be a part of
something, to matter, and he finally
has that.
OH MY GOD! OH MY GOOOOOOOOD! THIS IS FANTASTIC!!! This has everything I wanted and it just reads so well and so naturally and oh man oh man Derek feeling so comfortable with Stiles that he slips from wolf into man is MY JAM LIKE I CANT EVEN TELL YOU!
Thank you SO MUCH! This is a wonderful gift – I am genuinely so so happy you even thought of writing this for me!
it’s like Derek can’t breathe. He can feel every slow movement of Stiles’ fingers inside him and it’s killing him. Stiles takes his time, not adding more fingers until Derek is begging for it, pleading for it, until Derek’s eyes are wet, until his thighs are shaking. If Derek could focus his vision, he’d see that Stiles isn’t unaffected by this, would see Stiles’ bottom lip bitten red, the muscles in his arm twitching as he teases Derek.
Derek’s tugging at his own hair, his voice cracking and he can’t — he feels Stiles’ breath on his skin as he travels down Derek’s body. Pressing his fingers inside Derek again and again, Stiles ghosts his mouth over the head of Derek’s cock, darts his tongue out to lick, just once.
The whine that echoes from Derek’s mouth is foreign to his own ears, he’s never made a sound like that before, has never had anyone like Stiles in his bed before.
“Could you come like this?” Stiles asks, when he straightens up, his voice raw against Derek’s jaw. “Only my fingers inside you. Nothing else.”
“Ye—yeah,” Derek croaks out. “I—fuck.”
Stiles keeps going, works his way up until all four fingers are inside Derek and Derek’s limbs are heavy, shaking with pleasure, needing Stiles to keep going, to keep—until—Stiles bites down on Derek’s neck hard enough to draw blood and—
Derek blacks out. He knows he blacks out because the next thing he’s aware of is Stiles gently wiping him down with a damp washcloth.
“Hey,” Stiles says, kissing the inside of Derek’s thigh. “You’re amazing, you know that?”
“You too,” Derek says hoarsely, reaching a sore arm down to touch Stiles face. “You too.”
Title:Hands Tied Pairing: Stiles/Derek Words: 2300 Rating: NC17 Summary:Of all the bad decisions he has made, Stiles is not one. Stiles is the best good decision he could have made. – Shameless bottom!Derek pwp
Derek is bent over on the bed, hands tied together at the small of his back, face pressing into the mattress. He can feel Stiles behind him, his usual constant stream of consciousness banter gone in this moment. The silence from Stiles fills the room more than his voice ever did. It’s heavy. Loud. Overwhelming. Derek can hear every uptick of Stiles’ heartbeat. Every intake of breath. Every swallow. And every suppressed moan. Even in silence, Stiles is loud. Loud in a way that only Derek can hear. In a way that he reserves just for Derek.
Can we talk about Bottom Derek for a minute. And I don’t mean smutty, dirty talking bottom Derek. I mean tender, shy Derek. The Derek that’s been hurt by love and sexually abused. The Derek that’s afraid of being loved. The Derek that’s afraid of being intimate. The Derek that’s terrified that someone cares for him in that way.
Cause that Derek is awesome. The Derek that daydreams about Stiles being on top of him. When he takes his time. Kissing and nipping down his torso. Kissing each thigh, letting him know how beautiful he is. How he goes red in the face at the idea of Stiles opening him up with his fingers. Or even better, his tongue. And how Stiles is extra careful so he makes sure Derek doesn’t get hurt, despite the whole werewolf healing thing. How Stiles would make it all about Derek. His pleasure, his comfort. Cause that Derek is the best Derek.
The Derek that knows he’s loved. The Derek that can be tender and sweet. The Derek that’s a little less broken.
Because the first time Derek suggests it, Stiles is struck dumb. His mouth drops open and he stutters “y-you’d want that?”, his eyes fixed on Derek’s face because he can’t quite — and he knows it’s stupid stereotypes, things that have infiltrated his mind from too long spent on PornHub, but still.
“Yeah, I’d want that,” Derek says, and he’s got this tiny smile on his face that Stiles wants to kiss. So he does, climbing onto Derek’s lap and kissing him again and again until they’re both laughing, until Derek’s chest is shaking and it’s — it’s good. Stiles didn’t know it could be this good.
So there’s a day, and a plan, and — okay, it’s not a plan because that means they’re one of those couples who have to make time to have sex and Stiles so doesn’t want to be one of them. He’s happy jumping Derek whenever he can, but the barrage of evil that pummels Beacon Hills on a regular basis seems to have a problem with that.
Stiles really hates the forces of evil.
*
It’s not anything like Stiles imagined. Derek’s still Derek, he still throws out barbs and Stiles fires right back, but there’s this air of vulnerability about him, and Stiles knows he’s being trusted with a fucking huge thing. They’ve talked about this, and Derek’s done it before, but he’d said — he — there’d been this look in his eyes like he regretted it and Stiles hates that.
It’s even worse when he’s inside Derek, and Derek is so tight and his face is so soft that it makes Stiles’ heart flutter. If he could, he’d kill everyone who ever hurt Derek like this, everyone who gave him the bricks and mortar to build the walls he kept up for so long.
Derek pulls him closer, his hands against Stiles’ ass and Stiles is totally scared he’s fucking this up, that his rhythm is off and that it’s no good for Derek, but then — then Derek’s head tips back and it’s —.
He’s fucking beautiful and Stiles tells him that, says it over and over again until his hips are stuttering and he’s coming inside Derek, his breathing heavy, sweat running down his skin.
When Stiles pulls out, he manages to hold himself up long enough to wrap a sticky hand around Derek’s cock and jerk him off. He’ll never get tired of watching Derek come, of the way his thighs flex, how his fingers clench against whatever part of Stiles he’s touching. It’s fucking gorgeous.
Stiles is totally undone by this — by Derek — and he wipes his hand off on the sheets, clambering on top of Derek to kiss his brow, his nose, his lips and it’s everything.
He whispers three words to Derek and smiles when Derek says them back. Stiles doesn’t know how long they’re going to be able to have this, how long they’ll make this work, but they’ve got now and maybe that’s all that matters.
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