Blind!Cas, Seeing!Dean
Castiel comes across it by accident.
He’s tidying the table of his research, moving things onto the counter in order to set the table for dinner, when his fingers brush across a notebook.
Slim. Hardcover. Worn pages.
Dean’s.
Thinking it another one of his roommate’s brainstorming journals, Cas opens it up to run his fingers over the back of a page of handwriting; Dean presses his pen against paper like he’s trying to rip a hole in it. but instead of finding the regular drawings of undercarriages and engines, Castiel finds words. This in itself isn’t entirely unusual—he may have simply come across a page filled with notes—but as his fingers lightly search out the raised markings, he notices a distinct lack of numbers and equations. In fact, the entire page seems to be filled with the same words, over and over again.
Frowning, Cas turns his attention to only a small section of the page, chewing his lip as he attempts to decode whatever Dean has written. Though he hasn’t been blind all his life, Castiel had been very young when he’d lost his sight; the markings of a seeing person take time to figure out.
“Hey, Cas, smells aweso—Cas?”
Cas is crying.
“Cas, you okay?”
Dean’s footsteps are loud as he approaches, carefully reaching out to touch. “What’s wrong? What’s—oh.”
Carefully, the hand pressing against the notebook page gets pulled into the grip of another. “…Cas?” Dean sounds terrified, but Castiel can barely put what he’s feeling into words. Turning, he throws his arms around his friend, squeezing tightly. Dean’s tense shoulders marginally relax.
“I love you, too,” Cas hiccups. His fingers close around the soft, baggy material of Dean’s tee. “So much.”
At Castiel’s soft confession, his roommate slumps against him. Dean’s arms tighten around Cas’s body and a hand weaves through his hair, every movement screaming relief.
On instinct, the moment Dean pulls ever so slightly back, Castiel mimics him, the other carefully pressing their foreheads together. “Can I kiss you?” Dean breathes.
“Please.”
It’s soft and lovely, and Cas feels almost broken apart by its sweetness. Whimpering, he wraps his arms about his friend’s wide shoulders and pulls him as close as humanely possible.
It takes forever for them to drift apart, if only because every inch of gained distance is followed by a handful of chaste kisses and tender touches.
“So what, uh—” a sniffle, almost swallowed by a laugh when they finally part. “What’s for dinner?” Dean nuzzles into Cas’s hand, the latter brushing wetness from the former’s cheeks. He can feel Dean’s grin against his palm.
On the table, the notebook sits open and reads: I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you. I love you, Cas.
Tag: drabble
So i’m not saying that the reason Derek decided to let his chest hair grow was because he started dating Stiles and Stiles found out he waxed and was like ‘wtf man first of all pls stop with the pain as an anchor thing it’s very sad but also I really love your chest hair I think it’s so sexy and obviously it’s your choice but it’d be very hot if you decided to let it grow’ and so Derek blushed and threw away the wax… That’s not what I’m saying at all…
I feel so bad about letting so many beautiful things like this pile up in my inbox over the past 6 months. Guys, I am really, so so sorry. If you have sent me something I promise I’m getting there! Also eeeeeeeeeeeep. I love this, nonnie!
“Stop.”
Derek turns around, watches as Stiles practically falls into bathroom.
“What are you doing?” he gasps.
Derek frowns. “Waxing my chest? What are are you doing?”
“Stopping you. You’re hairy. I didn’t know- jesus.”
Derek feels himself blush, does his best to cover it up by raising his eyebrows. For whatever reason, that always seems to distract Stiles. “I am aware of that,” he says. “That’s why I wax.”
Stiles’ mouth falls open and Derek tries not to get distracted by it. It’s been harder to ignore his feelings towards Stiles lately, especially now that he’s eighteen. Hypothetically, Derek could make a move. Hypothetically.
“Derek, I swear to god, if you do not put that pot of wax down right now I am going to cry.”
“Why?” Derek asks, confused now. “You wanna do it? Practising to become a beautician or something?”
Stiles narrows his eyes, but quickly averts them. “No,” he whispers. “I just…” he mumbles something too low for even Derek to catch.
“What?”
Stiles looks up at him and Derek doesn’t know why, but a rush of heat courses through him, settling in places he really doesn’t want Stiles to know about.
“Ihaveahairkinkokay?” he groans, throwing his hands up in the air. “Happy now?”
“What’s that got to me with me?”
Stiles’ eyes widen. “Oh, for the love of-” and then he’s striding forward and pushing Derek back against the sink, kissing him deeply.
“Wha-” oh. “Oh.”
“Yeah, oh,” Stiles smiles, taking the pot of wax from him, putting it to one side. “Let’s stop pretending we don’t want this, us, shall we?”
Derek nods dumbly, heart pounding.
“Now,” Stiles smirks, although Derek can smells his nerves, “if you don’t mind, I would really like to explore just how much hair you have before you wax it all off. Please, if that would be, uh, okay with you.”
Derek grins, burying his face in Stiles’ neck, breathing in. “More than okay.”
~
(Spoiler: He never waxes again. Not with the way Stiles looks at him.)
The first time Stiles (and Scott and Liam and Malia…the Sheriff, Melissa – basically everyone who was not outside the church in Mexico) saw Derek perform his full shift, evolved form magic mojo, Stiles felt something in his soul splinter.
It wasn’t a bad feeling necessarily, but it sort of hit him all at once. The feelings he had for Derek, the hope and anxiety and fear for him. The exasperation and annoyance and anger.
All of the feelings he’d ever felt for this complicated man expanded and popped like a bubble and left him feeling a little bereft and a lot like he’d missed his chance for something even as his heart swelled with joy for Derek. For finding this thing inside him. For connecting to that piece of his past and bringing it into his present.
He was… not healed. You can’t heal from the kinds of wounds Derek had experienced, not really. Stiles knew that better than anyone. But he was healthy again.
From High Fives and Bro Fists to Kissing You Soundly
Sometimes it
is hard for Stiles to distinguish between reality and wishful thinking when it
comes to his relationship with Derek. It’s especially difficult for him after a
day like this. They had been touring local colleges, unofficially so, just
walking around different campuses and talking to random people so Stiles could
get a feel for the places and see if he might like it there. Derek had been
very supportive, throwing his arm around Stiles’ shoulders casually when a
place turned out a disappointment and trying to get him excited for the next
school on their list. Stiles had basked in the attention and their closeness,
hesitant to let go of Derek at the end of the day when his friend has him
wrapped up in a warm, lingering hug on the Stilinski’s front porch. He just doesn’t
know how Derek would react if Stiles gave in to his desire and pressed his nose
into the crook of Derek’s neck, breathing him in for a long moment before turning
his head and sliding their lips together. So he doesn’t and just waves Derek
goodbye after confirming they are still on to go to the movies and watch the
latest Linklater two days from now.
let’s play How Many Kinks Can You Spot ready go
click for full view?
Derek gasps and shudders, watching Stiles lift a come-slick hand to his mouth even as his cock pulses out its last few drops of come. The dildo buzzes relentlessly against his wrung out prostate and it’s all he can do to keep himself upright over Stiles’ thighs.
“Please,” he whines, hips jerking from aftershocks and overstimulation.
“Hmmm?” Stiles says lazily, sucking Derek’s come from his sinfully gorgeous fingers. Derek’s cock rallies for a feeble twitch of interest.
“Please,“ he begs.
“Please what?” Stiles drawls, laying back against the pillows and looking down his chest, admiring the gleaming lines of come. “Please fetch you your tea? Please wash your Toyota? Please buy a mountain ash paddle and spank your ass raw?“
Derek keens at the last suggestion, hips thrusting against air at the pain-pleasure torment of the vibrator against his prostate. “Please, please touch yourself,” Derek cries.
Stiles reaches down and pats the long ridge of his cock, then gives it a thoughtful tug through the fabric of his track pants.
“I dunno,” he says doubtfully, eyebrows furrowing in theatrical disappointment. “I was thinking of fucking you with it after you came a second time, but I guess I could jerk off instead.“
The breath whooshes out of Derek in a sharp “oh!” and he backpedals, “No, no, fuck me, I want you to fuck me.“
“Cool,” Stiles purrs, letting a hand play across his chest, smearing a line of come over his nipple. Derek watches with laser-like intensity. “Don’t be too long, or I’ll fall asleep.“
"O-okay,” Derek says, and his eyes roll up as he rocks his hips, focusing on the vibrations within him and the returning tide of pleasure. “Okay.“
I need the fic where Scott is the earnest and budding filmmaker who convinces his best buddy Stiles and his older brother Derek to be in his movie. And they do it, because really who can resist him, and Scott is all excited and eager to show them the finished product. So they all sit around the obnoxiously huge screen and watch. Scott is so pleased, and Stiles and Derek kinda do their “Wow, you did a great job!” thing until finally Derek goes upstairs to his room to do whatever hot older brothers do. And the minute he hears the door close, Stiles smacks Scott on the shoulder and is like, “DUDE. Why didn’t you tell me you could see where my eyes were looking? I didn’t know you could see that??? OMG seriously, kill me now.” Scott is adorably confused because he doesn’t seem to understand why Stiles is embarrassed. Stiles just drops his head in his hands, his entire face flushed, and that’s when Derek comes down and is like, “Hey, Stiles, could I talk to you for a sec?” And Stiles squeezes his eyes for a moment and then forces himself to say “sure” as calmly as possible and then follows Derek up to his room. And Derek sits on his bed and kinda plays with his hands, and Stiles would be able to see the flush on Derek’s face if he would actually make eye contact and not stare at the floor, bracing himself for a kind rejection (Derek has always been really nice, despite being completely out of his league, and he always has a small grin on his face when Stiles cracks jokes, probably one of the many reasons why this crush has reached ridiculous levels). Derek clears his throat, and that’s when Stiles finally looks up, telling himself that he needs to rip off the bandaid quickly. And Derek does the same, meets his eyes, and then—“So, um, do you want to go to dinner with me some time?” And Stiles just gapes at him, so utterly surprised that he doesn’t respond right away. But Derek just kinda smiles quietly at him, despite being nervous, and then adds, “Like a date?” That finally shakes Stiles out of his frozen state, and he says, “YES. Yeah. I mean, absolutely. I’d love to. Go to dinner. With you. A date. Yes.” And then he bites his lip, trying to keep in the crazy smile that is bursting, and Derek is doing the same, both adorably flustered and happy and looking at each other with such fondness. And Scott is right outside the door, doing the biggest fistpump ever. The End.
I love the trope of practice kissing. Sterek nervousness!
Stiles is home from college for a few days and he’s at Derek’s place, supposedly researching magical amulets, all the while going on and on about this date he has next week, and how he doesn’t even remember how to deal with humans anymore, like, when was his last real, actual kiss? Almost six months ago now and that was just a one-off with Malia while they were pretending to make out in the car while on witch-watch, and how HOW is he supposed to keep up a normal, healthy dating life with so much supernatural crap going on in his life? He has accepted that sex is something that happens to other people but at the very least he should be able to get a kiss or two in between crises and not, you know, FORGET how to do these things. It’s unnatural is what it is. He needs to get a better life. He needs to get better friends. He needs friends who would occasionally kiss him, just to remind him, you know—
And that’s where Derek does that whole sigh-pout-eyeroll thing and says JUST GO AND KISS SOMEONE. GO.
And Stiles is like, I’m not gonna assault people with my bad kissing—
So Derek – long-suffering and a little crazy in the eyes – pulls him up and tugs him close and grabs his face and kisses him.
It’s uncoordinated at first, Stiles looking shocked, eyes open wide, frozen in spot, but Derek never does anything halfheartedly, so he gives it his best go, teasing Stiles’ lips open and slowly coaxing him into the kiss.
And then of course Stiles is ALL IN, climbing Derek like a monkey, toppling them down onto the couch, worming his way into Derek’s lap, arms wrapped around his neck and wow, they are so good at this.
Stiles’ lips feel bruised when Derek finally pulls back. They’re both a little dazed and a lot disheveled, and Stiles thinks he can totally be forgiven for not having any clue what Derek’s talking about when he asks Stiles if that’s enough practicing.
They stare into each other’s eyes for way too long for just friends practicing kissing, and then Stiles is leaning in again, going with his gut, placing a small, lingering kiss on Derek’s lips, almost a question, and when their eyes meet again, Derek kind of looks wrecked and scared, so Stiles rubs the tips of their noses together, like reassurance or an apology or something, and then—and then Derek gets it.
His arms tighten around Stiles’ waist and he maneuvers them on the couch until he has Stiles pinned under him, to which Stiles responds by wrapping his legs around Derek’s waist, pulling him tight against him, and they’re not even kissing yet, just panting into each other’s mouths with anticipation and it’s still the best thing to happen to either of them in ages. Derek’s brain can’t even comprehend what the sex would be like if this is just their first kiss.
“You should maybe call off that date,” Derek says against Stiles’ lips.
“Done,” Stiles rasps with a shiver and buries his fingers in Derek’s hair.
15 min flash fic — Sterek
I owe My Pack update as well as many femslash fics, but I have 15 mins, a pick up line to wait in, and my phone.
So here you go. Ficlet:
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Stiles splayed out backward, legs spread, hand clutching his belly as he laughed helplessly at Derek’s truly inspired Chewbacca speak. When he effortlessly switched to a Yoda-voice mid growl, Stiles collapsed sideways, hiding his face against Derek’s chest, which was shaking a little as he tried to stifle his own laughter.
“Oh my god,” Stiles howled, the sound muffled as he wiped the tears streaming down his face on Derek’s super-soft henley. “Oh, jesus, dude, I think I pulled something. Oww oww, my side.” Flopping back with a groan and a last little giggle when Derek went “hhhhnnnnrrrrggh” under his breath, Stiles turned his head and said, “How did I not know what a nerd you are? Holy shit dude, that was awesome. I love you, man!”
Closing his eyes, Stiles massaged at the stitch in his side, mouth still stretched wide in a grin he couldn’t contain. “You’re the best,” he sighed happily.
“You…” There was something off about Derek’s voice. Something a little soft, cracked.
He’d probably strained it with all the Wookiee.
Opening his eyes again, Stiles turned to Derek with a raised eyebrow, only to see Derek staring at him with an expression that matched his voice. A little soft. Slightly broken.
His eyes were wide in the middle, the lids quivering a little. His brows were loose, as relaxed as Stiles had ever seen them. It was.. shock? Awe?
Shit. What the hell had Stiles said to cause that?
Replaying the conversation in his head, Stiles finally caught on and when he did, he jack-knifed upright, muscles tense to help throw himself off the couch.
But Derek’s hands stopped him, one landing on his knee, the other on his shoulder.
“You meant like… joking? Friend?” Derek asked, letting Stiles have this out.
Swallowing hard, Stiles could only stare at the little hole in the lower half of Derek’s shirt from where the material had been washed too many times. Slowly, he shook his head, teeth worrying at the inside of his lip.
The hand on his shoulder slid to gently grasp his chin, lifting until Stiles was looking directly at Derek. This time his eyes looked a little heavy, sloping toward the corners and dark with some expression Stiles had never seen.
Gently tugging on Stiles’ lip with his thumb, Derek made a soft noise when it popped free of his teeth, then he dipped his head, bringing their faces a breath apart before he whispered, “Me too.”
Stiles leaned forward, soothing his abused lip with the softness of Derek’s mouth. It was… amazing.
It’s gonna be a drabble then, because that’s ALL I CAN SQUEEZE IN RIGHT NOW!
Mwhahahaha I always get my way!!! Thank you!! You know I wuv you!
HERE, NOW GO TO YOUR ROOM!
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“Wow,” Stiles says for the third
time. “Wow.” Fourth.Derek shifts, uneasy, arms crossing
unconsciously over his chest as the sheer blue panties drag
unfamiliar sensations across his junk.“Look, if you don’t like it just tell
me now, and I’ll go change.”“NO!” Stiles cries out, as if
someone is about to run over a puppy. “No, shit, oh my god,
don’t change, never change, oh wow, I’m just, and you’re
just… wow!”“I kinda got that part,” Derek
snarks, arms slowly uncrossing as the tension and doubt leaves his
muscles. “So. You like ‘em?”“Dude,” Stiles breathes, and Derek
can’t help but cringe. He really hates that word, and Stiles knows
it.“No, wait, ignore that. Honey! Sugar
pie! Der-bear!”“Stiles!”
“Yes, exactly! Me, Stiles, you,
Hottie McStudMuffin!”Derek rolls his eyes, but there’s no
doubt now. Stiles is positively reeking with lust, and as soon as
Derek moves to do a slow turn, Stiles looks like his knees might give
out.“Jeeeesus, Mary and Joseph,” he
whispers as he sees the tease of the heart-shaped cut-out in the
back, and Derek makes sure to flex his ass just to hear the wounded
noise Stiles makes.“So. I’ll ask you again. Do. You.
Like. Them.” He looks over his shoulder, and Stiles catches his
eye, slack-jawed and flushed.“Yes. Yes, Derek, my love, you nailed
it, and you are the best ever, oh my god.”As a reward for being coherent, Derek
eases both thumbs under the wavy waistband and inches them down just
a little bit.“Well?”
“Uhhh, well what?” Stiles asks
stupidly, his eyes literally moving with Derek’s fingers.“Well. It’s your birthday. Aren’t you gonna come over
here and open your present?”Stiles falls flat on his face at the
first, frantic step. Derek tries to help him up, but ends up joining
him instead, and they’re still there, much later, with dust bunnies
in their hair and dopey smiles on their faces.“Blue is really, really pretty,”
Stiles sighs. “Like my Jeep.”Derek chuckles. “I know.”
“But… you’re way prettier. Just so
you know.”Derek kisses him for that.
End.
Kitten Fluff
I don’t know if I submitted this yet or not but, as Derek’s birthday was a few days ago, have some cute.
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Stiles found himself staring in amazement at the sight that met him when he came home from work.
There was Derek Hale, the love of his life, the thorn in his side that he never wanted to pull out, his mate in mind, body and soul, sprawled out on the couch dead asleep with a book laying on his stomach. That wasn’t particularly unusual. He often came home to find Derek had fallen asleep while reading and it always made him smile.
But the teeny tiny ball of white and palest gray fluff that was curled up in the crook of Derek’s neck was unusual. When he’d left that morning Derek had been insisting that he would not, under any circumstances, so much as look at the kitten Stiles had brought home without consulting him first. Yet here his sourest of sourwolves was, conked out with a sleeping kitten cuddled into his neck.
The sight was so damned adorable it should be illegal and it made Stiles melt and his heart make acrobatic flips in his chest. He took a quick picture with his phone, sent it to his cloud back up just in case Derek confiscated the phone to erase the photo, then walked over to sit on the coffee table next to where Derek’s hand dangled off the sofa.
It didn’t take long for Derek to stir, it never did when Stiles came home, and soon Stiles was treated to the sight of his mate’s unfairly gorgeous eyes blinking blearily open. “So…I see you two have made friends.”
The blush that darkened Derek’s cheeks delighted Stiles beyond reason.
“It wouldn’t stop crying after you left for work,” Derek grumbled, flicking his gaze to stare at the pop art on the wall.
“Uh-huh. You realize I already know that you love cats right? You told me while you were doped up on that spell the witch tossed at you a year ago. I learned a spell to keep a cat from reacting badly to werewolves just cause they’re werewolves so you could have a cat,” Stiles told him and grinned when that got Derek to look at him again, eyes wide.
He loved being able to surprise Derek with good things. Loved the awed look of joy his mate got when he was given something he never thought he’d have. Even if he had to chip through the instinctive reaction of assumed sour grapes.
“You got the kitten for me?”
Stiles nodded and leaned in to kiss Derek softly, “Happy Birthday baby. Wanna watch a movie?”
Derek rubbed the fingers of one hand over his lips, careful not to disturb his kitten. His kitten. His lips tilted up just a bit at the corners in contentment. Stiles had gotten him a kitten. Learned a spell so he could have one. It made him feel loved and warm right down to his soul. “How about the Princess Bride?”
Stiles grinned and blew Derek a kiss, “As you wish.”
~ submitted by @trulywicked
I AM SQUEALING SO MUCH. THIS IS THE BEST. I LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *makes every high pitched sound known to the human race*
@crossroadswrite LOOK. AT. THIS.
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