I don’t really remember what it was supposed to be. I just found it in an album from last summer and decided to add some colors.
They could be getting high on wolfsbane!weed and wine for all I know…“Truth or Dare?”
“Truth.”
“When did you fall in love with me?”
“Um…dare.”
“No, you said truth, you have to answer.”
“Fine….I think it was the first time I saw you. I never believed in love at first sight until then.”
“You’re such a sap.”
“Truth or Dare?”
“Truth.”
“How long have you loved me?”
“Since the day you looked at me and fell in love.”
“Who’s the sap now?”
“I blame the wine. And your eyes.”
“Are you gonna love me forever?”
“Is that a truth or a dare?”
“Both.”
Tag: pic with a not!fic
The nogitsune was gone.
Finally gone.
“What happend Dere-”
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Please feel free to add a little story! I’m not very good in writing fanfictions 😀
Thank god. Thank you thank you thank you. That’s all Derek can think, now that they’re sure Stiles is really himself again.
He knows that there is still a long road ahead of them all. A lot of healing. He knows that Stiles will struggle with what he witnessed himself do while he was possessed, what he was forced to do. There’ll be nightmares and panic attacks and guilt. So much guilt. These are all things Derek is intimately familiar with, things that he has struggled and fought against. Things he knows first hand how to handle, how to heal from.
He resolves to use every moment of his own struggle, every hard won victory against his own demons, to help Stiles. To get Stiles back in his body in a less literal sense. He will. He will help him.
All of this flies through his mind in a brilliant flash, because what he really wants, what he needs with every cell in his being, is to reassure himself that Stiles is there with more senses than his eyes. He needs to feel his pale skin under his fingers, needs to taste his lips and hear the little sounds he makes when Derek licks into his mouth.
Before Stiles can even finish asking Derek what happened, Derek is whimpering and cradling Stiles in his arms, wrapping around him like he can press all his pieces back into place with a gentle, if insistent, embrace. Then, he’s kissing him, a gentle press of lips, Derek’s mouth just resting on Stiles’, sharing stuttering, relieved breaths. A damp trail of slow tears trace down Derek’s cheek, Stiles wipes it away with a thumb, his hand caressing Derek’s jaw, and then, a small noise escapes, and neither could say which one of them made it, but it breaks the tension and then they’re kissing.
It’s still slow and earnest. All sensuous drags of lips and searching sweeps of tongue, hands gripping and memorizing one another. It’s perfect.
Derek keeps it slow, even as they lick deeper into one another, even as they make more keening, desperate sounds to push into each other’s mouth. Even as they begin to move together. He keeps it from growing frantic, even if they both feel slightly desperate to reaffirm and reconnect; Stiles is back, and Derek is going to do everything right this time.
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Thank you @redandbluesterek for the inspiration! This is beautiful!
are you fucking kidding me.
well hello
I have no idea who this is or what the hell is going on but I feel I ought to reblog it because it looks scientifically important.
He’s fucking his jeans. That’s what he’s doing.
denimsexual
reblogging again for that ^
This is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
liSTEN I HAVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS NON-STOP SINCE THE
MOMENT I SAW IT. I DREAMT ABOUT IT, I
EVEN WROTE A FIC IN MY HEAD ABOUT IT. WHILE I SLEPT.SWEET LORD ALMIGHTY LOOK AT THIS, NO SERIOUSLY SCROLL UP AND
LOOK, STARE AT IT, AND DRINK IN IT BECAUSE IT’S SO GORGEOUS I need a moment to
gather myself.Now, this is obviously Derek doing a strip tease/dance for Stiles
on the day of his birthday.Stiles had kind of jokingly suggested it a couple of times,
he never really seriously brought it up like it was something he wanted them-
or more like Derek- to do because he knew that Derek didn’t feel comfortable to
‘use’ his body like that.Before Stiles, Derek’s body has always been used against him
in some way or another, and Stiles knew that and he respected Derek’s wishes,
and most of all protected them. Because if during a supernatural situation,
someone even just got a weird thoughtful look on their faces as they turned to
look at Derek, Stiles would narrow his eyes and jump on them and yell at them
that whatever they were thinking was not going to happen. And this happened
since a lot before they got together.Derek knew that Stiles loved him so much that he would never
ask for something that Derek wasn’t ready or would never be ready to give.But the thing is, Derek wanted
to do this. He knew that Stiles would love it, and he found himself smiling and
shuddering in anticipation just imagining the look Stiles would get on his face
as soon as he saw him.It was the perfect final present, when they would be on
their own and Stiles would be all his to please.
ELISA I LOVE YOU YOU FOR THIS!!!💜
not!Derek
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 🙂
not!Stiles
The Photo Diary Series Part 5 (Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 6, 7)
Derek’s face is flaming again, as soon as he had sent that picture to Stiles he had been clutching his phone waiting for a response and Stiles had not disappointed. He had immediately called Derek and proceeded to tell him in no uncertain terms what he wanted to do with him when he got home. He had been packing the car up when he’d received the picture message and he told Derek he’d had to hurry into the car before someone thought he was one of those people who got boners over a particularly sleek bonnet. (Yes they had pulled the Camaro out of the garage because Stiles loved that car and wanted to be the coolest geek at the convention. God Derek loved that maniac.)
Derek had been aimlessly tidying the living room and kitchen since their phone conversation, pretending to be efficient when really he was just killing time before Stiles got home and he could grab him and pull him to bed. Just as he was finally admitting defeat and about to lose himself to some quality crap tv, his phone vibrated on the coffee table. It was a message from Stiles;
: don’t worry i pulled over mr officer :
Immediately following the text was a photo message, clearly a selfie just taken in the car with Stiles in his current favourite tee and his pants pulled down low enough they weren’t in shot. All of that faded out of Derek’s awareness though because front and centre, firmly cradled by Stiles’ perfect hand was his perfect, perfect dick. Even through the cotton of Stiles’ underwear Derek could see the thick outline and the ridged head of his cock and suddenly his mouth was watering. He had been on edge all day since taking his own photo, and this had him going from low key horny to full blown arousal in no time. He pressed the heel of his hand against his cock as it hardened in his sweatpants and eyed the clock, wondering how long it would be before Stiles got home and he could manhandle him from the door to the sofa and recreate that shot. This time, with Derek between his legs and getting to swallow him down.
not!Derek
The Photo Diary Series Part 4 (Part 1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 7)
Derek has finally allowed himself to be persuaded (no, he’s not a prude thank you very much Erica its just weird for him okay?) to take a picture of himself to send to Stiles while he is away at a convention. It feels so strange to be putting his body on display again, he’s done it before, but never like this. Never to be sent to the person he loves and wants always. He’s come to terms with Stiles loving him, and loving his body, and this is the first time Derek is deliberately recording his body for Stiles. His face isn’t even in the frame of the photo. He’s absolutely not ready for a dick-pic (honestly Erica!) but he does slip his boxers down a little, giving Stiles a sneak peak.
He can feel his ears burning and can imagine the blush thats currently high on his cheeks as he leans his phone against their bookshelves and sets the timer. As it counts down from 3 he quickly steps back and twists his body, trying to catch the light the way Stiles always seems to see him in when he takes a picture of him. The picture is taken before he’s even fully in place and his left hand looks really big but he sends it quickly before he chickens out. He knows Stile’s doesn’t need an anchor like he does, but he knows how important it is for Stile’s to see Derek and to know he’s real – even now, years later, Derek still sometimes wakes to Stiles tapping his fingers on their bedspread, counting. And Derek wants Stiles to know he can count on Derek.
And yes, he’s also sort of looking forward to the prospect of seeing how Stiles responds – he’s been away a full 24 hours now and Derek misses his touch already.
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