JUST THE TIP
SO dizzilytwirling AND I WERE TALKING ABOUT halfhardtorock's DEPUTY DEREK FIC AND MOANING ABOUT ‘JUST THE TIP’ AND FLAILING WEAKLY AT EACH OTHER BECAUSE OF HOW PERFECT THAT FIC WAS AND THEN, OOPS, MY FINGERS SLIPPED AND FICLET HAPPENED.
Stiles mouths at Derek’s neck, their bodies slick with sweat and fresh come. “Please,” he whispers into the skin under his tongue, knows it’s muffled but not able to speak louder because the need is too thick in his throat. “Please, let me… just… just the tip, I promise,” but he’s already pushing in, can’t wait for permission, too wound up from hours of hands and lips and tongue.
And it’s not just the tip, of course it’s not, but Derek’s writhing underneath him, muscular body all tight and shivering. As his hips roll up, Stiles’ roll down, and he’s sinking in, all the way, his dick caught in that hot, tight vise until he’s all hitching breaths and bitten back moans.
Stiles is a shaking wreck, but he pulls himself together enough to pull back, push up, until he’s back to just the tip, until he’s not lying anymore, but as he pulls back, his eyes roll up from the unbearable pleasure and he can’t… help… it. He’s sliding back in without a thought.
Derek’s fingers are digging into his ass, pulling him in tight, holding him there as his ass pulses around Stiles’ dick and Stiles isn’t going to last, he’s just not. He’s on his elbows, forehead resting on Derek’s shoulder, the sharp jut of his collar bone a firm line across the bridge of Stiles’ nose, and Stiles’ mouth is wide open, the pressure around him too good. He pants heavily, hopes he’s not drooling on Derek’s chest. Then Derek’s grip is loosening, he’s nudging Stiles with his hips and Stiles stops holding back.
There is no rhythm, it’s more stutter than thrust and retreat, but it’s so good, he can’t even lift his head to look in Derek’s face, just hopes the little noises he hears are good noises. He wants to be suave and sure, wants to reach down and stroke Derek off, but it’s all he can do to hold himself up. He slips down, a little, the sheets all fucked up, and it changes the angle, and suddenly he’s sliding in even deeper and the little noises become deep, punched out noises and something’s spreading over his stomach and…
Oh shit, Derek just came, he’s still coming, and his ass is clamping down so hard on Stiles’ dick that Stiles can feel every pulse of Derek’s orgasm as it shakes through him and that’s it. That’s it. Stiles is lost, his eyes slamming shut as he breathes messily through his own orgasm.
OH MY FUCKING GOD
BREAKING NEWS ALERT.
THIS JUST FUCKING IN: WOLFIE IS WRITING STILINSKI TWINS DOUBLE TEAMING DEREK.
I AM SO EXCITED I MIGHT PEE MY PANTS OMG.
THAT IS ALL
WHY YES YES I AM DOING THIS. YES I AM REALLY FREAKIN EXCITED.
Q::D For the love of god, tag your isaac/chris as Chrisaac so I can read it because I track that tag and there's never anything in it and yessssssssssssssssssssssssssssss. Love you, dear. (love you regardless of fic you write, too.) :D
I’m actually pretty terrible with the fandom names for ships. They’re all a bunch of random syllables to me that somehow always sound like horrible diseases. But if anyone can provide like, a comprehensive list so that I can tag things appropriately I’d be much obliged.
Feeling the migraine he’d been sporting all day begin to release its hold on the base of his skull, Derek relaxed his shoulders and approached the counter, eyes scanning the menu board. For all that he’d escaped into this shop for the scent-cancelling coffee, that much caffeine this close to the full moon was a Very Bad Idea. Seeing the tiny selection of teas in the far right corner, Derek made his selection quickly and looked down to make his order… only to see the space behind the counter still empty.
Frowning, he glanced at his watch and nearly let out a growl to see that he had less that fifteen minutes to get to his next class. He wanted his tea, dammit, and if—
The swinging door to the kitchen banged open, a shop employee walking backward through it lugging what looked like his body weight in coffee beans.
Look, eey and I are co-writing!
More than six from my WIP Luminous Beings Are We
Derek can’t seem to finish a sentence, doesn’t even know what he’s trying to say. “Can we start things slowly?” he finally gets out, and he feels relief flood through him when Stiles nods silently and his breathing seems to calm down.
“Okay.” Stiles’ voice is sleep-rough, and it’s like a jolt through Derek’s system. His alpha-brain immediately hops to quiet mornings and warm kisses, hugging sleep-warm skin to him and trailing a hand down Stiles’ smooth, naked back. Derek shakes his head slightly to clear it, always annoyed when he’s not in complete control of his more animal instincts. But clearly, Stiles is making it increasingly hard to do so. He needs to get a grip on himself.
“I’m going to make breakfast now, if you’d like some. Do you like pancakes?”
Stiles appears to think it over, and Derek almost thinks he’s not going to say anything due to the length of the silence. But then, very quietly, he says, “I don’t know.”
Derek blinks multiple times to hide how he feels about that statement, his hand gripping the door tightly. “Okay. Well. Come down when you’re ready.” He lingers at the door, trying not to watch the way Stiles’ eyelashes look so long in the dim light, and how he’s sat up slightly so the covers are falling down over his shoulder blades.
“If you want,” Derek adds belatedly, forgetting how every non-question would be interpreted as a command by an omega. He turns around with effort and shuts the door, clomping down the stairs loudly and banging around in the kitchen so Stiles can hear him, even though he knows that’s kind of a stupid idea, but he doesn’t really know what else to do.
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Q:During some spontaneous couch sex, Arthur can't get over the fact that Eames ripped the buttons off his new Dolce and Gabbana shirt and keeps glancing at it even as Eames is going to town on him.
“Is something the matter, darling?” Eames drawls with a raised eyebrow as Arthur bites his lip yet again.
“No,” Arthur says quickly, but his eyes keep dragging sideways to the floor. Eames hitches Arthur’s thighs up further, drawing his thumbs downward in tight circles before dragging a dry pad over the fluttering little hole as he tongues at the plump head of Arthur’s cock.
Arthur moans fully when Eames sinks his thumb inside, but his dark lashes flutter upward and he twists sideways, away from Eames’ touch.
“That was a new shirt,” Arthur finally pouts, and Eames has to stop himself from laughing. He rolls Arthur over and draws him onto his hands and knees, enjoying the squeal Arthur makes when Eames drags his tongue roughly over his hole and wriggles inside.
Eames adds a thick finger, easing in wetly, and Arthur seems sufficiently distracted enough as he groans into the couch cushions.
Anonymous said: What about some sort of amulet that messes with feelings? Whatever ship is fine.
“But you said–” Isaac’s voice cracks and he clears his throat, tries again, first clenched in the lapels of Chris’ jacket. “You said, you and me, together against the world.”
Chris’ normally twinkling blue eyes are cold and distant as he reaches down and pries the wolf’s fingers from his clothing. “I lied.”
Isaac slumps to the bed, their bed, as Chris turns and walks out without a second thought.
Q:Prompt: Chrisaac hugs. Bc they need more hugs. P.S Congrats on 100 followers! <3
Chris didn’t know when he’d gotten so soft. He’d never been much for hugs, or lingering touches, or closed eyelashes against his skin.
It started as a hug hello; Isaac always needed the affirmation. And it was hard to resist that puppy-dog look of delight when Isaac sprung off the tiny couch in their tiny apartment. It made Chris guilty for leaving him alone for any length of time.
But then it was the quiet touches, the familiarity. Isaac’s head on his lap as he curled up after dinner. Isaac drawing lazy patterns on Chris’ bicep. Isaac’s pleading eyes when Chris got up to go to his own bed.
“Don’t leave,” Isaac said one night, voice meek and small, hair wet with sweat from the persistent nightmare. Isaac pulled back the blankets and Chris slid in, holding the boy all night. In the morning, Isaac’s hands on him just felt right.
sunday funday sterek recs
i am a little early, yes, but here are some good fics i’ve read lately.
Heat Etiquette for the Modern Omega
my FAVE part is when stiles accidentally hands derek a jockstrap, and derek is adorably confused wondering if stiles is initiating COURTSHIP omg
Kiss Me and Fall Asleep
i know i ALREADY RECCED THIS A FEW DAYS AGO but it bears re-reccing, because it’s long and beautiful
When You Come For Me
really promising start, have subscribed to this already. It’s high school au, with a side of pining derek, but also kind of jerk-ish brushing stiles off derek IDK I HAVE TO READ MORE AND SEE
alrightalrightalright it’s derek/sheriff daddy kink heed the tags and proceed full steam ahead
Milk and Honey
DEREK IS A FAIRY. STILES GIVES HIM A BLOW JOB. SIZE DIFFERENCE. i’ve read this twice in a row and had to take a breather
don’t look at me i’ve read this more than ten times, heed the tags, and then send me a message when you’re done so we can talk about it
A Desperate Arrangement
arranged marriage where two people are still pining after they’re married! Also beautiful art inside. Also derek is wretched bye.
I Feel We’re Close Enough
HS AU where stiles and derek are childhood friends, but with high school they’ve DRIFTED APART because stiles ended up being studly and POPULAR. derek is so in luv with his best friend (obvi, there’s mutual pining, mutual perceived unrequited love!!!)
(trying to) break through
pining derek, fuck buddies, derek HURTS
I Might Be A Fool
i haven’t read this yet BUT! BUUUUT!!! IT’S A GREEK AU, the TV SHOW GREEK!!! i can’t wait to start this! stiles is rusty cartwright!!
(not so) Pure Imagination
super cool concept where the person you fantasize about also feels it. i’m one chapter in, and i’m super into the world that is being built around this Fantasy/Object idea
EVERY peter/stiles fic by veterization because they’re all amazing
ahaa dude, thanks for the rec! <3 and look, my bb dizzilytwirling is on here too!