So you guys really really love Hoechlin’s beard. 😉 And these aren’t even all the beard related asks I have in my askbox, but these were the ones I feel like I could handwave enough to lob together for one prompt fill. So here it is! A fic about how a beard ruined Stiles’ life! (There’s actually a lot less beard love in here than I planned, but there’s a lot of love for the lumberjack image, so deal with it.)
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Stiles is gonna die. This is it, this is the end, farewell cruel
world. Except, how cruel can the world be when it creates a person
that looks like… that?
The person in question is in the same gas station Stiles is, paying
for gas while Stiles is perusing the magazines. Or, rather, pretending to peruse the magazines so he can covertly ogle the
object of his attraction.
The guy is tall, or at least he looks it. Without those big work
boots on he’s probably about Stiles’ height, but he just cuts such a
noticeable figure that it’s hard to tell. He’s broad, showing off
strong, hairy forearms under the rolled up sleeves of his plaid
button-up, and Stiles only dares a quick look at the pert ass in the
dark jeans. Any more than that and he’s gonna have a situation
the likes of which he hasn’t had since he was a teenager, where a
brisk breeze could get him going.
But the pièce de résistance, without question, is the beard.
It’s lush, full, all kinds of words that signify something glorious
and soft that Stiles wants to rub his entire body against. There’s
the tiniest smidge of gray breaking up the black, and it’s not
hurting the image at all. Plus, the guy can’t be that old.
He’s got a full mane of black hair and not that many wrinkles that
Stiles can see. Not that it would matter, Stiles would still want to
be all up in this man’s business if he was a senior citizen. The
heart – or whatever is talking right now – wants what it wants.
Actually, the only real problem that Stiles can find is that from now
on there’s a very real risk he’s gonna pop a boner over Paul Bunyan
from sheer association.
i had the weirdest dream so obviously i had to write a fic about it
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They met
at the park. It could have been a meet-cute, except Derek doesn’t do
cute so it ended up just being weird.
Derek
was taking Nora for a walk like he always does when she decided it
would be a good idea to chase a squirrel and practically dragged him
around, only stopping when another dog got in her way – probably
chasing the squirrel too – and they started growling at each other.
“Hey,
man. Control your dog, I’m not ready to be a grandpa!”
“My
dog is a female.” Derek said, tried not to stare at the other guy’s
hands as he struggled to hold his dog back.
“Well,”
the other guy said, “how can you know under all – that.”
He gestured towards Nora.
“She’s
an Alaskan malamute.” Derek took a step back, dragging Nora away
from asshole-guy and his dalmatian. “Much better than a dog that
you don’t know if it’s white or black.”
The
other guy stopped, looked between Derek and his dog. “How dare
you.” He narrowed his eyes. “Leia is beautiful.”
“Leia?”
Derek asked, smirking. “What happened to creativity these days?”
“I’ll
show you creativity.” The guy growled, much like Nora was doing,
then took Derek’s hand, dragged him towards a bench and started to
list all the reasons he named his dog after Princess Leia.
Nora
and Leia ended up getting along fabulously, and as fate would have
it, so did their owners.
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“Unfair.”
Stiles mumbles, watching as Derek heads to the bathroom. “I’m
supposed to be going to work. Stop teasing me.”
Derek
smirks over his shoulder. “Are you sure? I was going to ask you to
join me in the shower.”
“Gah.”
Stiles says as his dick responds to Derek’s smile. “I hate you.”
Derek
laughs. “I know.” He walks into the shower, moans purposefully
loud when the hot water hits his body. Stiles yells at him to shut up
and seconds later he’s joining Derek under the spray.
“You’re
gonna kill me.” He leans in for a kiss, nips at Derek’s bottom lip
as he runs his hands over Derek’s wet chest. “Fuck,” he moans
when Derek presses him against the wall, rubs their dicks together,
“you’re awful.”
Derek
bites softly at Stiles’ pulse point, enjoys the moan it elicits from
him. He’s always talking, moaning, yelling,
seriously, Derek is the one who’s going to die here.
It’s
been two months and they aren’t even close to getting tired from each
other. It’s still hot, fun and – even more – exciting. Sometimes, in between fixing a
car or two, Derek checks his phone, sends messages to Stiles, some of
them explicit others just telling him about his day, the awful
clients that destroy their cars and ask Derek to perform miracles.
Other times, it’s Stiles that calls him, rambles about his dad and
Leia, about his friends and what he ate that morning.
They
haven’t talked about what they are – if they are something – but
Stiles doesn’t seem in a hurry, so Derek isn’t going to force him, as
much as he wants to.
Really, Derek’s got it so bad even his boss noticed and he’s seventy.
I honestly had a lot of trouble thinking of something for this one, so this is kinda short and probably not as smutty as your prompt was hinting at?? But here ya go. ~1200 words, rated E.
P.S. I know people on tumblr mobile have been having difficulties with the Read More not working on my fics, but I’m leaving this one in there b/c of the nsfw stuff.
sterekseason said: HIIIII! Birthday request….
badass!Stiles and (badass?)!derek having adrenaline fueled sex after they
defeat the monster of the week (because slaying makes Stiles horny and hungry
just like Faith)…. if that inspires you of course 🙂 Happy belated birthday, Hannah! I hope you enjoy this!
Five by Five. Stiles/Derek. Adult. After a successful battle against a pack of omegas, Stiles tries to entice Derek into sexy times. Also on AO3.
“Seriously? You want to do this right now?” Derek gives Stiles a totally unimpressed look. “Do we
really have to have another talk about decorum and appropriate times and places
to, how did you so quaintly put it, get naked and fuck?”
Anonymous said: Danny/Stiles/Jackson this time Jackson is actually filming himself in
bed for a sex tape. I hope you enjoy this, Nonnie! It went longer than planned. Surprise, surprise. LOL
Boys on Film. Danny/Jackson/Stiles. Adult. Filming a sex tape is incredibly risky. Danny and Stiles agree when Jackson suggests it, but Stiles isn’t sure if that makes them daring or just stupid. Also onAO3
The flickering light at the foot of the bed is a reminder
that they’re doing something incredibly stupid. Incredibly hot, but also very risky. Of course, that risk is part of the
reason it’s so hot. It just starts to give him a headache if he thinks about it
too much, which is why Stiles has decided to just go with their decision to
accept Jackson’s request to film their kinky fun times for personal use. Sure,
he’d given the reasons how filming yourself having sex could lead to bad
consequences, but he can admit it was mostly half-hearted and neither of his
boyfriends bothered listening.
YO, EVERYBODY! IT’S STEPH’S BIRTHDAY! GO, RIGHT NOW, AND WISH HER A SUPER HAPPY BIRTHDAY, AND MAKE THIS HER BEST BIRTHDAY EVER!
@annoyinglycute GUESS WHAT’S IN THE BOX?! YES, YOU GUESS IT, IT’S PORN!
Here, have 2800~ words of sort of bottom Derek and praise kink and fluff by the end there.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, AND MAY THIS BE THE BEST ONE EVER, LOVE! MOM SQUAD FOREVER! ❤
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Sex with Derek is the best thing ever.
Stiles is aware that this statement means very little coming from
someone with nothing but some sub-par kissing on his resume before
Derek entered the picture, but still. Stiles maintains that Derek is
some kind of sex god. Or just a really, really
generous lover, because he goes along with pretty much everything
Stiles wants, always gets him off first, and generally just blows his
goddamn mind every time.
But there’s one thing Derek is
absolutely crap at. Which is saying what he wants.
Stiles slowly circled his tongue one
last time around Derek’s hole, smirking to himself that once again Derek had
come untouched just from Stiles rimming him. It was one of his favourite things
to do with Derek, and he liked being on the giving end even more than the
receiving because Derek just reacted to it so beautifully. He slipped
Derek’s legs off from his shoulders and carefully laid them on the bed on
either side of him, smoothing his hands up those thick,hairy thighs and up to
Derek’s hips. Rising to his knees again Stiles leant all the way forward and
kissed his way from Derek’s belly right up to the corner of his jaw, mouthing
and nipping at the stubble there.
“So beautiful Derek, you don’t know what
you do to me when you move like that.” Stiles murmured, soft in the quiet of
their bedroom filled only with the sound of Derek’s still heaving
breaths. “Think you can manage one more for me? I think you can, for me.”
Derek hummed and turned his head to face
Stiles, brushing a clumsy kiss across his cheek on his way. He nudged their
noses together and Stiles felt his heart clench in his chest at how sweet the
gesture was, even in the midst of their decidedly carnal morning.
“I think I can take whatever you want to
give me Stiles,” Derek assured. His hands had found their way to grasp at
Stiles’s hips and he pulled Stiles closer, grinding his hips up against the
hot, hard erection that Stiles had been ignoring in favour of focusing on his
lover. “But I’m not sure you can take much more of this either, it’s
teasing you just as much as it’s teasing me isn’t it?”
Derek grinned as he leant in to kiss
Stiles who couldn’t help but rut right back down against Derek, revelling in
the feel of Derek’s come slicking the movement of his dick. Stiles propped
himself up on one elbow, and reached down with the other to drag his fingers
through the come still spattered across Derek’s belly. He deepened the kiss and
moved his hand lower still, circling Derek’s still wet hole and slowly dipping
one finger inside of him using his own come to ease the way. Derek’s hands on
his hips tightened at the first touch to his pucker and a deep groan
reverberated through his chest as Stiles pressed that one finger in to the
knuckles. Stiles smiled against his mouth.
“Oh I think I’m doing okay Derek, don’t
you agree? And to think you complain about me being in a hurry all the
time.”
Stiles broke the kiss and knelt back up
again, reaching for the lube while eyeing the picture that Derek made spread
out across their bed. The duvet and pillows were all over the place and Derek’s
hair was all mussed from where he had been throwing his head from side to side.
But Stiles thought he’d never seen anything prettier, even when Derek lifted
his head from where he had let it drop when Stiles stopped kissing him and ever
so quietly growled at him.
“I think you’re doing fantastic Stiles –
I just think there’s a bit of an orgasm imbalance here and I want you in me
right now – ‘cause you’re certainly not hurrying this morning.” Derek’s
eyes glowed faintly blue as he grouched at Stiles, with remarkable aplomb
considering his current state.
Stiles outright grinned at that and
leaned right back over Derek again, holding himself up over his body with one
hand and reaching down to his hole with the other. He maintained eye contact
with Derek as he slowly pressed two fingers into his ass and felt him clench
around the digits. The blue in Derek’s eyes intensified as his plush mouth
dropped open and his eyes widened as if the feeling of being opened up by
Stiles’ fingers even now, years into their relationship, surprised him. Stiles
couldn’t help but trace those plush lips with his tongue, dipping it into
Derek’s mouth as he curled his fingers carefully inside of him and steadily
pressed against his prostate, catching Derek’s moan in his mouth and feeling it
down to his toes. Derek reached up to grab the pillow under his head with both
hands, the muscles in his arms jumping as he clenched his fists and held on for
dear life as Stiles began working his body over yet again.
Stiles carefully flexed his fingers
inside of Derek, stroking a rhythmic pressure over Derek’s prostate, which drew
the breathiest whimpers from him as his big body surged and writhed beneath
him. He would never get tired of watching Derek lose himself like this, giving
his body over completely to Stiles and trusting that he could fall apart and be
safely put back together again. When he felt like Derek was relaxed enough,
Stiles pulled his fingers nearly completely out and put a third lubed up digit
at his entrance only to slowly push all three inside. Derek was mostly quiet
now, just panting and sighing at the sensations washing over him. He was so
sensitive at the best of times, but with two orgasms behind him and Stiles
steadfastly working him towards another his whole body was straining and
flexing with every touch at Stiles bestowed on him. Stiles licked again at
Derek’s bottom lip and sucked it into his mouth as he slowly thrust his fingers
in and out of his hole.
“God Derek, I can feel you opening up
for me. Feel so good around me hmm? Can’t wait to be inside you, you want my
dick in you?” His voice was low and hoarse from his own desire. Derek was right
– when he played like this, he was teasing himself as much as Derek when it
came down to it.
For his part, Derek nodded frantically
in response to Stiles’ murmured questions, beyond words at this point. Stiles
grinned at the reaction and nipped Derek’s bottom lip, soothing it with a
gentle kiss a moment later. When he let his pinky rest against the rim of
Derek’s hole and rubbed his perineum with his thumb Derek outright gasped, his
mouth falling open and his eyes widening. Stiles maintained that eye contact
with him as he ever so slowly let his fourth finger press at Derek’s entrance.
His own mouth dropped open with desire as his pinky slipped inside Derek, and
he cautiously pressed forward.
“Fuck
Derek, do you feel that? Almost my whole hand in you sweetheart. I wish you
could see yourself…so perfect and open for me.” He kissed Derek again, as he
gently started shallow thrusts into his ass with all four fingers pressing
their way in and out. “Come on Derek, one more. Come one more time and then you
can have my dick.”
Derek’s breath was hitching on every
inhale now, and his panted exhalations against Stiles’ mouth made his lips
tingle. He couldn’t even really remember why he had decided that Derek needed to
come twice before he’d fuck him, but he’s too far gone now. He needs to see Derek fall apart again,
needs to wring more pleasure from his body before he gives in to the bone deep
desire to bury himself in Derek and find his own release. He just gets so
turned on seeing Derek in the throes of this kind of ecstasy that it almost
creates a feedback loop of arousal. Sometimes he thinks he could do it all day,
would do it if Derek let him – but that’s something they’d need to discuss and
consent to in the clear light of day. This though, this is perfect. Derek’s
panting breaths have been picking up to keep pace with the movements of Stiles’
hand and at Stiles’ exhortation to come his body began tightening up. First his
grip on the pillow behind him became tight enough to make the cotton creak
under his fingers. Then his stomach muscles began to clench, and then with a
great shuddering gasp Derek’s hole began rhythmically clenching around Stiles’
fingers as his dick twitched and came once again. Not so much come this time,
but the internal spasms seemed even stronger than before, the centre of his
pleasure focused not on his cock but on his ass.
“Stiles please…give it to me now. I can’t – I
need you now…” Derek gasped out as his body continued to shudder through his
third orgasm of the day.
It was Stiles’ turn to nod frantically
as he slowly, gently pulled his fingers from Derek’s hole. He had to grip the
base of his own erection as he looked down and saw the way that Derek’s rim
clung to his fingers, and winked and gaped when he finally pulled them free.
That was definitely something they’d need to explore another day. But for now
he figured it was time for Derek to take a turn in the drivers seat. He wiped
his hand off on the covers and then wrapped his arms around Derek’s body,
rolling them across the bed until Derek was sprawled on top of him. Derek
nuzzled into Stiles’ neck and growled his appreciation of the change in
position. It took him a moment to gather himself but eventually he managed to
get his to his knees on top of Stiles, his legs spread in a wide straddle
across Stiles’ hips. Stiles lay back and let Derek find his own pace, aware he
had already pushed the limits of his endurance.
But Derek reached back and fondled
Stiles’ neglected dick, before he brought his hand back up and nodded his head
toward the bottle of lube left on the covers. Stiles obediently squirted some
lube into Derek’s palm and hissed when he promptly put his hand back behind him
and slicked up Stiles’ dick while continuing to kiss, and lick, and bite and
his neck. Those were going to be some magnificent bruises he was leaving.
Stiles couldn’t help but thrust up into the sloppy grip Derek had on him, and
Derek groaned in response before pushing himself into an upright position with
one hand braced on their headboard. The other was still busy behind his back,
positioning the head of Stiles’ dick against his still open and wanting hole.
Derek held himself still while he brought his other hand up to meet the first,
gripping the headboard desperately as he rolled his hips slightly to let
Stiles’ cock nudge up and down his crack.
A deep groan broke out of Stiles and he
reached up to hold Derek on either side of his body, helping him brace his
weight and guiding him down into Stiles’ lap. Derek looked down at him, his
eyes glowing faintly blue as he rolled his hips and then pressed down. The head
of Stile’ cock slipped inside with a sudden press, and Stiles felt all the
breath leave him as Derek immediately thrust his hips downwards to take most of
Stiles’ length inside him with no waiting for adjustment. Stiles couldn’t help
the little jump of his hips and clench of his thighs that were his body’s
response to that tight-hot-wet clutch
around his dick. The final curve of Derek’s hips brought his perfect, perfect
ass flush with Stiles’ balls and they both let out matching moans of
satisfaction as finally Stiles was
fully seated inside of Derek.
Derek’s thighs were shaking, hardly able
to keep him up, and Stiles could feel
the way Derek was still riding the wave of his orgasm because his ass was still
reflexively clenching around his dick. Stiles kept his tight grip on Derek’s
waist because he wasn’t sure Derek would be able to hold himself upright soon.
As soon as he had settled fully into the cradle of Stiles’ hips, Derek’s kiss
swollen mouth had dropped open on a moan and was still slack and open as he
gazed down at Stiles. He didn’t ride Stiles, but he ground his hips in
delicious roll that had Stiles panting and desperate for more friction on his
aching dick.
“Up, up just a little bit sweetheart…I
know you’re tired but up just a little bit and I’ll make it good.”
Derek nodded dumbly and leaned his
weight forward onto his knees so that his ass was raised into the air; he
arched his back like a cat and let out another shuddering breath as the change
in position dragged Stiles’ cockhead against his still sensitive prostate. With
Derek in this new position, Stiles bearing some of his weight by holding him
up, there was room for Stiles to thrust up into Derek without Derek having to
ride him. So with one hand holding the side of Derek’s chest and the other
gripping his waist firmly, Stiles finally let go of his iron clad control and
started slowly thrusting up into the perfect heat of Derek’s body. Derek was
letting out the prettiest whimpers which only spurred him on, quickly getting
to the point that he was snapping his hips up with force. The only sounds Derek
was letting out were little grunts and sounds of surprise like “Oh” on every upstroke, and Stiles
himself was reduced to panting and broken moans as he felt the bounce and
jiggle of Derek’s ass against his thighs on each thrust.
Stiles was pretty impressed with his own
ability to not immediately blow his load after the long morning of no
stimulation for himself, but that thought quickly flew out the window when he
realised that Derek was still hard – had never lost his erection after the last
orgasm. And with the way the trembling in his thighs was getting even more
noticeable, he might even be on his way to yet another orgasm. With this in
mind, Stiles redoubled his efforts, the idea of Derek coming on his cock after
already reaching his peak three times was enough to light a fire in his belly.
He reached up to grip Derek by the back of the neck and bring him down close,
tucking Derek’s face into the crook of his neck and wrapping his other arm
fully around Derek’s waist. With their entire upper bodies now pressed tightly
together Derek’s cock was trapped between them, as Stiles took advantage of the
new position to piston his hips up into Derek with no restraint.
The obscene sounds of his balls slapping
against Derek’s ass and the slick sound of his dick pounding in and out of his
hole along with Derek’s harsh pants in his ear built up into a crescendo. It
reached its peak with Derek once again tensing up his entire body, his
fingertips probably bruising Stiles’ shoulders where he was holding on for dear
life, and then seeming to loose control completely – shuddering and shivering –
his body wracked with the tremors of a final orgasm wrung from him by Stiles’
cock alone. The feeling of the mere hint of come leaking from Derek’s dick
between them, and the intense clenching of Derek’s hole meant it was just moments of
frantic thrusting before Stiles was blindsided by his own release. His grip on
Derek tightened to the point where if he were a human there would have been
bruises and he let out a hoarse shout, overwhelmed with the white-hot
sensations running through his body.
After both of them slowly regaining
their breath and ability to speak Stiles stretched his legs out and tightened
his arms around Derek in a close embrace, ready to roll them to their sides.
But Derek clenched his thighs around Stiles’ middle and lifted his head to look
Stiles in the eyes.
“No,” he pouted. “I want to keep you in
me for as long as possible, wait a bit.”
Stiles melted, nodding his head he
tilted his face up wordlessly asking for a kiss which Derek obliged with a
delicate brush of lips and tongue before tucking his face back down into Stiles’
neck and happily breathing in the scent of them. Stiles leaned his cheek
against Derek’s sweaty hair and basked in the warmth and weight of his lover
against and around every part of him, wanting nothing more than this for the
rest of his life.
@okamiaki – enjoy this belated burst of birthday motivated productivity! I hope you enjoy it!!
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