Jake Fisher

Not a Fisher but a Painter || 23 Gay || Austin, TX- New York, NY Boyfriend: Ryder Chase Painter/Actor || Indie RP Blog

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-Sterek

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Stiles really didn’t know what was going on, but surely enough he was as hard as ever once he felt that other finger inside him and brushing against an unexplored place inside him. With that, Stile yelled out, spazzing for a moment as he felt his prostate pressed up against. “FUCK! DEREK!” Stiles yelled up and looked into his eyes for a moment, not scared, hurt nor worried, but pleased. Stiles gave him a soft smile of approval once he bucked up his hips onto him. “Just..Do it. Get inside me.” He beg, already just wanting to feel Derek inside him, pleasing him, Marking him.

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Derek nearly pulled his fingers out when Stiles began flailing, but one look at his face, into those gorgeous eyes and he knew he was pleasing Stiles.  "In a minute," he said, taking his time to explore, kneading and prodding, drawing circles around that spot and rubbing it over and over.  He was enjoying watching Stiles squirm in ecstasy from just his fingers.  Finally, when Stiles was panting and just begging for it, he took a glob of spit, mixed it with their pre-cum, and lubed his cock, aligning it at Stiles' hole.  "You sure you're ready?" he asked once more, feeling the head brushing against Stiles' opening and just losing himself, sinking into that tight heat.

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Possession - Sterek

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Stiles of course wasn’t himself, he didn’t even know what was really going on, or he might not even remember this part right now. His blackouts are getting worse and this was one portion of it. Looking up at Derek, all you can see of Stiles was his serious face look upon Derek as he slowly walked up to him. “Now what makes you say that, Derek?”

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Derek snarled, backing up.  He wasn't afraid, but not knowing what was going on made him want to put more space between them.  "Stiles is... Stiles is..." he said behind his teeth, mind drawing a blank.  He wasn't sure how he knew, aside from the behavior, it was so many things, little gestures, movements, heart rhythm.  Nothing about Stiles was right.  "You're not him, or at least, you're not him right now.  That may be his body, but he's not there."

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Possession - Sterek

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Watching Derek stepping forward, he shook his head. “I said…” Slowly getting off the bed, he stood by the bed side as he slowly looked up at him. “….You shouldn’t be here… Derek.”

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Everything about Stiles seemed to shift in an instant; his smell, his heartbeat, the entire way he held himself, all different in the blink of an eye.  Derek's guard went up immediately, sensing danger, even though his mind said this was just Stiles, not someone who would hurt him.  "Stiles... You don't sound like yourself..." he said, inching forward, eyes an icy blue.

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Possession - Sterek

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Stiles felt himself fighting inside to run, wake up, something that made him feel alive right now. But once he heard Derek talk, something in him sparked up. “You shouldn’t be here,.. Derek.”

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Derek was a little put out that Stiles didn't catch his Monty Python reference.  "You ok Stiles?" he asked, noticing his scent shifting slightly.  He wasn't sure how, but it seemed, off.  "I know it's late, but I was trying to be helpful for once, I thought you'd appreciate that.  Anyway, apparently the Oni are actually after this Nogitsune creature..." he said as he stepped forward.

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Possession - Sterek

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Sitting up on the bed, he moved all the way to the back quickly when he noticed Derek. Not knowing if he was still dreaming of not, he just felt tears run down his face as he held on to the sheets around him tight. “Okay..Okay..Okay.” His breathing was all over the place and all you can see are his eyes just thinning softly. 

Slowly calming down, he looked over at Derek and lowered his head right after. “W-what are you doing here?” 

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It was rare to see Stiles cry, and Derek wasn't sure he'd ever really seen it save for a few stray tears when Jennifer had kidnapped the sheriff.  His heart hurt for the boy, which was weird, but true nonetheless.  "Well, I wasn't sure what all Scott had got the chance to tell you and I decided that maybe mysterious werewolves handing out information wasn't the best mode of governance anymore..." Derek quipped, smiling despite himself.

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Possession - Sterek

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Everything felt alright for him, normal perhaps? How can he know? Was Stiles knowing this, no. Once in his room, he tried to get some rest just his father told him once he came home. Scott told him what had happened, but it was light out by now when he made it home and just wanted to be calm for once.

Laying in his bed, he tossed and turned once he laid out. Taking him a while for pass out. He feared dreaming. Hearing a voice call out to him once he was sound asleep, having whatever nightmare that was rushing his head, he quickly spazzed awake and freaked out. “NOO!” 

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Stiles breathing began to crescendo and his heartbeat became like a jackhammer in Derek's ears.  Worried, he began inching forward towards the boy.  "Stiles?" he asked, voice low and calm.  He'd never seen the kid like this, so when Stiles shot bolt upright screaming he was startled.  Jumping back, nearly melting into the shadows, Derek looked over at Stiles again.

"Stiles, it's ok.  IT was just a dream," he said, before realizing the sounds of a gruff werewolf speaking to you unexpectedly in your room may not be the most calming thing in the world after a nightmare.

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Derek had been relieved, if only for a moment, when the Oni had left.  Even though Scott and Kira were practically freezing and they had to make an emergency rush to the hospital for Scott's deadbeat father, things seemed to be ok.  Everyone in the group had been tested and checked, they had all been cleared and it looked like they'd weather the storm like Chris had said.  Then a thought occurred to him.  It was silly, really, because all the supernatural members had been tested already, found to be normal.  But in the back of his mind the thought crept up on him.  Not Allison, it said, not Stiles.  Surely Stiles wouldn't be possessed?  No, Allison maybe, but then again it seemed a bit unlikely with what they'd heard.  Either way, he was determined to go check on the young man anyway.  He may not be Alpha anymore, but that didn't mean he didn't owe Stiles that much.  And he certainly wasn't going to check on an Argent, no matter how much she'd ingratiated herself to the pack.

Approaching the house, he could hear Stiles' heartbeat, erratic and hammering.  He wasn't sure if he was in danger, or what, so he quickly scaled the building and opened the unlatched window.  Breathing a sigh of relief as he saw that stiles was just dreaming, he chuckled.  "Stiles, still having nightmares," he said to himself, staring at the flailing boy.

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-Sterek

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As Derek worked up inside him, it felt a bit of a sting, but he still felt the pleasure rush him. Never really knowing this could feel good, and in a way he wanted to know right now how it’ll feel to have something bigger in him, like Derek’s cock. Watching as Derek took the slight pain away, he quickly cupped his cheeks and shook his head. “Don’t w-worry…I am really….Okay..Come on…I know you can do more than just this.” Stiles moaned, leaning up and growling a bit as best he could in a cute way. 

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He almost couldn't believe it; he had a finger inside Stiles.  And soon his dick would be inside him, marking him.  It sent chills down his spine.  After he felt Stiles relax a bit and ask for more, he used his spit to work another finger in, slowly opening him up.  This was all so new, and he wanted to just get on with it, but he also knew that this would likely make it easier for Stiles.  And he certainly wanted this to be easy, and good.  When his fingers were inside completely, they brushed against something he wasn't quite sure of.  Feeling around he touched it again and felt Stiles tense around his fingers.

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-Sterek

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"Okay..Good." With that he blushed as soon as Derek went down and kissed him. It felt oddly perfect, but perfect either way. Feeling Derek’s fingers, he flinched for a moment, eyes wide before he let it sink in and a moan escaped his lips. "Y-yeah..Oh…It’s…More." Stiles panted, as he felt this new feeling. He’s jerked off a lot, tugged his sack and massaged the space between his hole and balls but never touched there. Now on, hell yeah.

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A curling fire of wantneedwant, flamed to life as Stiles asked for more.  It was so intense Derek had to bite his lip to keep from wolfing out.  Claws springing forth while his fingers were in sensitive areas was a big no no.  "Fuck," he panted, feeling the burning heat of Stiles' hole engulf his finger as he pushed inside.  He had one hand on Stiles' hip, the tiniest black tendrils snaking up his arm.  He wasn't going to  let Stiles feel any of the pain of this.  Not their first time, he wanted it to be only pleasure.

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-Sterek

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Stiles blushed at Derek asking to be fucked if he please, which was kind of funny just thinking. The Derek Hale, being fucked. Now that’s a story he’ll love to run and tell Scott. Though he knew at the end of this all he might need to keep this between them until both of them figure out what is even really happening without having sexual thoughts run around. “How…How about you … insidemebecauseIjustwanttofeelyoumarkmeinside.” He rambled quickly hoping that Derek got what he said.

"Pain is fine…Just….You know what…No rules. Wolf out, growl, anything just.." Sliding his hands up and down Derek’s arms, he felt his cock twitch for attention. "I trust you….Derek…"

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Derek laughed a bit as Stiles rambled, quickly getting out his message.  Without werewolf hearing he might not have made it all out, but thankfully he did.  "I trust you too... Stiles," he said, breath catching at how easy, how intimate this all felt.  Slowly he began to kiss Stiles, lips and tongues sliding and parting. He wasn't really sure how to do this, but after a moment he used some spit on his fingers to begin rubbing at Stiles' entrance.  "This, this ok?" he asked, rough fingers gently circling around the virgin rosebud.

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Stiles was enjoying how Derek was talking, looking at him and how insanely sexual he was being. Looking down at Derek’s thick hard cock, he gulped and nodded. “I trust you..I’m yours.” He had no idea where this was coming from, but he surely could feel that it was coming from the heart. 

As soon as he felt Derek moving up on him, his body just shook from the touch, but hearing him speak just made him smile back. “Yeah..Never…Never been with a man and okay….No condom..Wait….You’re fucking me? We’re really doing this? Like all out and all like you inside me and everything..uh…Is it going to hurt?” He asked, knowing he was rambling but he felt oddly enough, safe.

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Derek nearly choked hearing Stiles say he trusted him.  In the back of his mind he'd known it was true.  Knew he felt the same, but hearing it out loud was a bit different.  "Well, um, unless you want to fuck me?" Derek said, surprised at himself.  He'd never really considered it, but then again, Ethan probably did it, so it must not be that bad.  "I mean, only if you want that, you do want that right?  Or have I completely..." he trailed off, starting, for the first time, to get nervous.

It had been years since he'd placed this much trust in someone.  And now, even more since he was exploring an aspect of his own sexuality he'd never knew was there.  Yet, when he looked at Stiles, skin ruddy and goose pimpled from the cold, he knew he wanted this, wanted Stiles.  "If you do want to do it, it won't hurt, promise.  If it does, I'll just take the pain away," he said with a smile.  Being a werewolf did have certain advantages.

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Stiles quickly shed his boxers and sat there naked as Derek was taking off his own. He couldn’t take his eyes off of him. He licked his lips as he watched him. getting more and more turned on, but for some reason connected like if he was shedding himself so they can show off everything, nothing between them.

Once Derek carried him, he kissed him roughly as he laughed on the way to the bedroom. Stiles bucked up his hips and fell back on the bed, looking up at the man that surely was going to be inside him soon. His mind raced with the thought of this being the first time with a man. EVER. He didn’t fight it, but embraced it. Sitting up while Derek was still standing looking down at him. He reached down and stroked himself for just a couple strokes. “Will me Alpha protect me? Make me feel safe? Mark me?” He said, not knowing where it was coming from but it was flowing out of him like something inside longing to be one with Derek

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Derek shuddered as Stiles' cock grazed his, hips bucking up to meet his.  After depositing Stiles, it occurred to Derek they might be having some trouble soon.  He got distracted when Stiles began talking again, his wolf instincts practically forcing his dick hard as steel at Stiles incredibly well chosen words.  "Protect you.  Gonna mark you so everyone knows you're mine." Derek growled, surprising himself with his words.  While instincts and being a werewolf played a big part in his word choice, so did how he really felt about Stiles.

As he said that, he began stalking up the bed, kissing and marking Stiles' entire body.  when he got up to his face, he began speaking in his normal voice.  "This, uh, this is your first time right?  Well, it's my first time with a man too, so I'm not really, you know, prepared.  I'm gonna have to wing it.  Also, is, uh, no condom fine?  We can't carry disease after all," Derek said, gesturing to his junk and then smiling.

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Feeling up on Derek’s chest he enjoyed every inch of his being right now. Hearing him moan just made him more turned on that he was having this effect on Derek. Nodding, smiled. “Turning this into role play, kinky.” He said, before leaning into his ear and whispering. “Be my Alpha Derek” 

Not even flinching, he bit his lip as he yelled and slowly without taking his eyes off of Derek he removed his pants and shirt, tossing them to the side. Leaning up, he cupped his cheeks and licked his lips. “Now what?” He asked, studying his features of the man in front of him, wolfing out on him. Turning him on.

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Derek had to admit, he was more than a little turned on by the playful use of his wolf powers in bed.  He'd never done that before.  The fact that Stiles was eagerly submitting to him, when really Stiles held all the power here, was even more intoxicating.  Derek's eyes lingered, scanning Stiles' body as each glorious inch was uncovered.  When had he started seeing Stiles in this way?  He wasn't sure, but things were ramping into absurd levels in his mind right now, that he was worried he might start writing an ode to Stiles' ass before long.

Turning back, all wolfiness gone save his eyes, Derek used his commanding tone again.  "Everything, off!" he ordered, shedding his own clothes to the skin.  Once Stiles was naked, hard dick on display and looking more appealing than it had any right to, Derek picked Stiles up, legs wrapped around him, and carried the man up to the bedroom.  The feel of their bodies pressed together, warm flesh to smooth skin, was electric. 

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It was happening, there was not stopping this at all. He smiled mentally as he felt their bodies rock with each other. Stiles moaned out as Derek worked his neck. He knew this was what Derek liked, and if he liked it, so did Stiles. 

Stiles let his hand slowly linger under Derek’s shirt and felt every single bit of his chest. Still moaning he, let his eyes stay close as he needed to release his jeans. It was now painful to even be on anymore. “Jeans..Off.. Now.’ He begged, licking his lips as Derek still worked his neck. “Tell me what to do, order me.”

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He'd have never suspected Stiles moaning and writhing under him would be a turn on, but it definitely was.  He flinched a little when he felt Stiles' hands on him, unaccustomed to someone he trusted, someone he cared for touching him, and not to hurt him, but to make him feel good.  He thankfully turned what would have been a sob into a moan, covering it up as Stiles' fingers brushed past his nipples.

"You want me to be the Alpha?" Derek asked, amused grin dancing across his face.  "Fine," he started, closing his eyes.  When he opened them again, his eyes flared blue and he did his best to mimic his alpha voice.  "I'm the Alpha!  Now, take off your pants Stiles," he said, moving back to give Stiles room.

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Looking into his eyes as they turned, he wasn’t scared anymore but more an awe of them. Perfect. Brushing his hand on Derek’s cheeks he then stopped the moment and laughed. “Tease..AHH!” Yelling, he laughed right after as Derek kissed him. Moaning soft at his touch, he couldn’t believe what was happening but was enjoying every bit of it. 

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Derek couldn't believe they were doing this, but he wasn't going to question it anymore.  He wanted Stiles, Stiles wanted him, everything else, if there was anything else, would come afterwards, later.  To be honest though, he kind of hoped there was more, but didn't believe there would be.  For all his eccentricities, Stiles could do much better.  Tonight though, Tonight he was all Derek's.

Their bodies fit so well together it was almost scary, Derek's legs slotting perfectly between Stiles, the way the gangly legs became graceful and lithe as they tangled with his.  Derek started with the neck, kissing and sucking, leaving a hickey farther down, near the hollow.

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Stiles knew that this was going to be dangerous, but in some sense he was wanting it. Once Derek explained himself on the whole neck and turn on’s he thought for a moment and just let it set in his mind as he looked at Derek and nothing else. His mind was racing, he was nervous. Didn’t know what to do right now but he just wanted right now was for Derek to touch him again. That’s all he wanted at this very moment was just to take charge. Alpha him in a sense.

"Help?" Stiles froze in that word as he was then about to get up but settled awkwardly back down. "Uh… Yeah.. Yeah.. Help.. Uh…First.." Tilting his neck, he closed his eyes and just took Derek’s hand and placed it on his neck. "Do what you want….I’ll be okay." With that he looked down at his hard on and smiled.

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When Stiles took his hand, resting it on his neck, Derek let out a guttural growl, eyes flashing icy blue for a moment.  Then Stiles made a comment about his dick and he laughed.  "Well, you ruined that moment, guess we're not doing this then," he said with a laugh, enjoying teasing Stiles.  When the young man squawked, indignant, Derek fell on him, kissing him playfully.  His hands slithered down Stiles' body, one rubbing at the man's bulge, the other exploring his newly defined shoulders.

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Stiles really had no idea what he was talking about scents and the smells. Never really got into that so he just nodded and smiled. Agreeing. “Try? How about just don’t bit me unless needed..And in that case still ask me? Wait do you need to be in wolf form to turn or?” Stiles always with his questions, he laughed to himself as he then licked his lips. “I think I better got take care of this…Problem and we can talk more if you like?” He asked, pointing to his still hard on for some reason. Can you blame him for still being hard. All this talk about wolfing out, scents and just Derek there after them kissing not just once but twice. He just longed for more but didn’t know how to keep it going without looking like a horny teenager.

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"Sorry, I was trying to be funny.  Although as you know from helping Scott, arousal can force partial shifts," Derek said, looking at Stiles square in the face.  "I won't bite you, I'm sorry.  I just... Necks are kind of a big deal with us.  It's a big turn on, bared necks, kissing, nipping, biting.  But I promise I won't bite, and we don't have to... no, won't, do anything you aren't comfortable with..." Derek said, trying to stay calm.  Negotiating sex, or whatever this was going to be with Stiles was a dangerous road. 

At Stiles' words he broke.  He knew where this was going, and he'd tried to fight it, but he didn't want to anymore.  They both wanted this, he could tell from Stiles' words, his scent, his heartbeat.  The heartbeat he could hear practically pulsing in Stiles' denim confined dick.  "I can help you with that, if you like..." he said, then coughed, realizing how awkward and pervy he might have sounded.