Pairing: stoner!Hobie Brown x stoner!Reader
Word Count: 3.1k words
Prompt: High Sex
Warnings: NSFW, smut, drug/weed use, smoking, high sex, brief nipple play, fingering, brief handjob, creampie, aftercare, swearing...
A/N: Yeah, so I started this while I was high. It was really fun. Finished it with the worse migraine none to man. It was not really fun. But anyway, it's done! I know February is over but I'm going to try to finish most of the prompts before I end the event. Thank you and enjoy!
“Dunno why you keep doin’ that if ya just gonna keep coughin’, luv.”
You turn to Hobie, your vision of him hazy with the tears in your eyes. Smoke swirls around your head and makes the tips of your ears tingle. You're not having a pleasant time as your lungs seize with every heaving cough.
You desperately grab a bottle of water, opening it and forcing water over your throat to ease the sting. Though he laughs, Hobie’s hand strokes a small line along your bare thigh, his thumb tracing circles into your skin. Eventually, you calm down and your eyes are clear enough to see him through.
“Thanks so much for your help,” you gasp.
He's unfazed, watching you with red eyes and a large grin as he laughs. “My pleasure, darlin’.”
You set the blunt on the tray on his bedside table. You throw a leg over his lap, settling on top of his sweatpants. You place your hands on his bare chest, stroking curious fingers over the muscle you find.
You dip down slowly, catching his lips with a content sigh. His hands settle on your hips, gently squeezing the fat of your thighs with his own hum. You're both melting into the other, your touches grabby and unfocused. Your lips are less concerned with kissing and more concerned of feeling as much of the other as physically possible.
Your whole body is tingling, from the top of your head to the tip of your toes. You're so eager, you're both rocking together as you each seek the other out.
Hobie’s mouth presses to the curve of your jaw, moving farther down until he's mouthing at your throat. You let him, lifting your chin to allow him the space he needs.
He raises a hand beneath the oversized shirt you'd stolen from him, caressing your skin with a hum. You sigh breathily, every sensation a million times better as his thumb catches your nipple.
“Hobes,” you whisper.
“Yeah?” He smirks up at you. “What is it, luv? Talk to me.”
“Need you,” you murmur, rolling your hips slowly in his lap. He grunts lightly, letting his head fall back a bit as his thumb continues to stroke gentle circles over your nipple.
You huff gently, every flick of his finger deepening the need in your belly. “Fuck, baby,” he hums. “Keep goin’. Just like that f’me.”
He wraps his lips around your nipple, licking and sucking at it and humming appreciatively to himself when he hears your moans. He's so much taller than you that his back bends strangely just to be able to reach your breasts.
You arch into him, your hips still rolling. You can feel him hardening beneath you. The stiffness in his sweatpants pokes against you and creates the perfect source of friction as you channel your clit down onto it. You grind your hips down on him, listening to his groans and reveling in the pleasure.
You feel like glitter; your body tingles all over, glimmering with a feeling you don't think you'll ever get out.
Your mind is pulled away from its wandering when you feel his hand slipping into your panties. The warmth of his fingers press against your wet folds, rubbing at your clit briefly before pushing farther back and sinking inside of you.
You shudder, your lips split to allow shallow breaths to pass through. You clench around his fingers, long and curling as you huff. You're whining, grinding your hips down into his palm as you let your breath waver.
“Fuck, Hobie,” you moan, enjoying the delightful stretch his fingers provide. He thrusts them in and out of you, deep but slow and almost lazy. His red eyes watch you intently, mesmerized by the sight of your pinched brows and parted lips.
“Yeah, baby, there ya go. Ride my hand just like that, filthy girl.” His lips latch onto your other nipple, grunting as the tip of his tongue teases it. Your hands grip his shoulders, using him for support as his fingers make it impossible to stay still.
“Oh, god, please don't stop,” you huff, feeling everything becoming increasingly fuzzy as you feel your body getting light. You feel like you're brimming with light, bursting at the seams with brightness and yet pleasantly hollowed out of any sensation all the same.
The pads of his fingers stroke a spongy part inside of you that makes your breath hitch and moans fall freely from your throat. “Fuck, that feels so good.”
You dip your hand into his sweatpants, fishing out his cock and pumping it in your fist in long, slow strokes. His hips lift up into your hand, a broken moan slipping out and rumbling in his chest. Your fingers wrap around him, squeezing lightly at the thickness you've grown to adore.
Precum leaks from his tip and onto your fingers, making each tug of his cock more fluid, more smooth. His brows pinch together, his lips parted slightly. As you lean in to catch his lips, you moan at the feeling of his lip piercing chilling against your skin. Your mouths are dry from the weed, but that doesn't deter either of you from the desire budding within yourselves to keep tasting the other.
He uses his free hand to remove his pants from his legs, kicking them off and sitting back down. “You ready for me, luv? Y’feel ready.” He nips at your neck, flicking his tongue out over your skin.
“Yeah. ‘M ready,” you nod, still nudging your hips in time with his hand. You whine when he pulls them out of you, eliciting his own chuckle.
“C'mon, sweet thing.” He holds you to his chest, lifting you up enough to guide the head of his cock to your pussy. He rubs it through your folds, encouraging them apart until he's able to sink you down on him.
You hold your breath, your eyes shut as you feel the way he slowly presses inside of you. It fills you up bit by bit until you're flush in his lap. You let out a shuddering breath, your hands at his chest as you sit there, relishing, savoring.
“Fuck, sweetheart,” he groans, watching you with lidded eyes. “Y’feel so good, luv.”
You let out a short breath through your parted lips. Your pussy flutters around him as you slowly move your hips in slow, deep grinds. There isn't a lot of movement—there doesn't have to be. You keep him as deep as you can, whimpering every time the blunt head of his cock rubs against that lovely, deep spot inside of you that makes you weak. It becomes a repetitive, almost desperate pursuit to just feel that, as much as possible, as deeply as possible. You need it to fill every crevice of your being until you're limp with it.
“H-Hobie, right there.” Your fingers curl around his shoulders, pressing into the muscle. He moans at the feeling, the pads of your fingers digging into the spots on his shoulders that releases tension he forgets he holds there.
His hands tighten on your waist, just to have something to hold as you continue to grind on him. It feels good, amazing. You could be here forever, savoring every single movement of your hips, every crease of his brows, every curve of his lips, every little sound that slips from the both of you into the sluggish, dopey air between you.
Your hips become more insistent, but you don't change any technique. Though you move a little faster, you keep rolling your hips back and forth on his lap. You're both rocking together, huffing and moaning into the other as the feelings just keep dragging on into this wonderful coiling in your belly.
“Oh, god. Feels so good, baby,” you coo, leaning in to kiss at his neck, your teeth scraping gently at the skin with an appreciative touch. “You're amazing.”
He's too dazed to make any jokes of any nature. The feeling of your hips is numbing his already numbing brain. “Shit, I love you, darlin’.”
The words seep into your skin like honey, make you feel smooth and rich and so, so nice. You smile, leaning forward some more to wrap your arms around him. You lift your hips a little, sinking back down on him and gasping lightly at the new pleasure you find. It cuts off your response, overcoming your fuzzy brain with a new sensation and a new goal to chase it.
You lift your hips again, dropping down a little rougher and continuing the movements until you're breathless. “Oh, Hobie–” You whine.
His grip on your waist tightens, just the flex of his fingers digging into your flesh. He moves his hands down to your hips, following the movements of your eager body up and down on him as his sounds mix with yours. “Keep goin’, sweets. Just like that, yeah.”
You dip down, meeting his lips again in an eager kiss. You breathe him in like you would a joint, deep breaths pulling into your lungs and lingering there as you dip your tongue past his lips to taste him.
In your mind, your movements become faster and faster. In your kind, there's a frenzy of pleasure that's swirling and building as you search it out with desperate grinds of your hips and heightened moans and grabbing hands, when really, it's an irregular rock of your hips, almost lethargic but so needy as you seek out any amount of pleasure that you can find.
You reach over to the nightstand, retrieving the blunt once more. You take a long drag from it, letting the smoke circulate through your lungs with dazed eyes. Hobie raises one hand to cradle the side of your head, bringing you down to join your lips again. You blow the smoke out slowly into his waiting mouth as he breathes it in ardently.
Smoke swirls around the both of you, out of his nose to entwine elegantly around your heads. Your vision continues to be softened around the edges, reduced to a pleasant fuzziness that makes the pleasure that much more enticing.
“C’mere, baby,” he says, his voice sticky with both affection and a fond fatigue. He wraps his strong arms around you, pulls you flush against his body. You feel as he shifts the both of you to lay you on your back, leaning over you like a pretty behemoth.
You stare up at him with droopy eyes that kiss in the corner, your smiles sticky with fondness. You trace your fingers dazedly around the edges of his lips and his nose and his eyebrows. He stares at you with red eyes that looks like he's gazing at precious gemstones.
“How're you feelin’, precious? Y’feel good?” He dips down to kiss the corner of your lips. You giggle lightly, nodding up at him happily.
“Feel really good. Love you, baby,” you coo, lifting your head to meet him in another kiss. He hums, chuckling as he accepts it in earnest.
“Gonna make you feel even better, yeah? How's that sound, babe? You want that?” He says it so close to your ear, in this deep and rumbling purr. You shudder, wrapping your legs tighter around his waist and pulling him in as you crave his touch and all the pleasure he has to give you.
“Yeah. Want that, want you, Hobie-honey,” you murmur. Your fingers just keep brushing along his jawline, feeling the heat of his skin and relishing it.
He chuckles, trying not to dissolve under your touch as he presses his lips to the apples of your cheek. “I got you, lovely. You just stay right there and moan for me, yeah?” You nod sluggishly, happy to do whatever he wants.
Hobie steadied himself, one hand on the mattress beside your head and the other resting at your hip. When he thrusts inside of you once more, deep inside to feel how well you envelope him, you moan in surprise. With the numb pleasure of your earlier position, the wonderful feeling of having him close, having him deep inside, just feeling him pressing into you, you'd almost forgotten how good it felt to have it the other way around.
He pulls back a bit to thrust back inside, and you lose breath at the pleasure that explodes all around you. He quickly builds pace, much better at bringing focus in this state than you are with his heightened abilities.
You wrap a hand around the back of his neck, pulling him down so your foreheads meet. He's muttering something you're not quite hearing, too dazed and fuzzy to pay attention beyond the steady thrusts of his hips. You grab onto his arm to steady yourself, throwing your head back against the mattress to moan and gasp as he takes it as an opportunity to kiss and suck at your neck.
“Fuck, Hobie. Please don’t stop,” you gasp.
“Why would I do that, eh?” he smiles, breathless and as happy as you. “When you feel so good. When you're feelin’ so good.” He kisses your neck, down to your collarbone with a deep hum. “I got you, sweetie. You know I got you.”
The sounds filling the room are nothing if not lewd. The smacking of his hips into you, the wet sounds of each drag of his cock, your whimpers and moans, his breaths that are bordering on moans of his own. It swirls and swirls until it's all turning into more pleasure in your brain. You're fuzzy with it, in mind and body. You grasp onto him for dear life and continue to get high off him.
When he presses his finger to your clit and rubs in quick, measured circles, you're done for. You whine as you relish in the pleasure, holding onto him as he holds onto you. Every flex of his fingers, every snap of his hips, every brush of his pelvis flush against your own, it's clouding your brain in more and more lust until you cannot possibly think to focus on anything.
“I'm gonna cum,” you gasp, like a revelation. It hits you out of nowhere, but you welcome it with enthusiasm. “Don't stop, Hobie. I'm gonna cum for you.”
“Yeah, that's right,” he breathes, moving quicker, deeper. He's on the verge, spurred on by your pleasure, by your eager cunt. “Come on, luv. I got you, I got you.”
The coil tightens in your belly, more and more and more until you can't stand it. You breathe in until you can't anymore, the edges of your vision going white. He listens to the pitch of your moans rise higher and higher.
Your back arches off the bed when you cum. Your breath had been so deep before, that it's let out in a series of short huffs that tremble in your lungs and make you dizzy. “H-Hobie,” you gasp, grasping onto him for dear life. “Oh, fuck. Oh, my god.” You're babbling something, but your mind is too hazy to make out any of the words.
Your pussy flutters around him, clenching and squeezing as you cum undone beneath him. His name falling from your lips swarms his brain and sets him over the edge, like a call he has no choice but to answer as he breathes you in, tastes the sweat in your skin. He thrusts as deep inside of you as he can, carried away by the feeling of your warmth as he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you so close that you're not sure there's any distance left to be crossed. He pulls you close like he's trying to align your atoms, match them like perfect puzzle pieces so that you phase into each other and finally become one.
“O-oh, shit, luv.” He cum inside of you with an almost choked sound, his brows pinching together as he wraps his body around yours. Your sounds mix in the air in a loving symphony, riding out your highs to their fullest extent, only emphasized by the high in your system. It's indescribable, but so amazingly wonderful.
When you eventually float down from the cloud you'd gotten lost in, you lay back against the mattress with a body heavy as bricks. Everything is fuzzy around the edges. Your toes and your fingertips tingle like pop rocks, and you feel like you're going to fall asleep at any moment now.
Hobie pulls out of you, kissing every inch of your face as he whispers little words of praise and affirmation and really anything he can think of into your skin. He kisses your cheeks and your lips and your eyelids and the tip of your nose. He kisses the spot just below your ear, your collarbone, your throat, down to the valley of your breasts. None of it is inherently sexual in the slightest manner. He kisses you like he's worshipping you. He kisses you like you're meant to be praised for your perfection. The chill of his piercing makes you shudder.
Your hands smooth lazily over his body, over any skin you can find without having to move from your spot. Your eyelids are heavy, sticky with each slow blink. Your mouth is incredibly dry. He hears when you smack, the discomfort from the lack of hydration settling into your tongue.
“Water.”
He chuckles, already reaching for it as he sits you up enough to help you drink. You do, eagerly. He has to slow you down before you end up choking on that, too.
“Alright, alright,” he laughs, pulling it away and setting it down. He kisses you again, this time swiftly but still so loving.
He grabs some tissues to clean you up with, taking his time to take care. Then he's scooping you up in his arms and laying on his back and plopping you down on top of him. He's much bigger than you and much stronger than you, and you've gotten over the whole “I don't want to put all my weight on you” a long time ago. You lay on him like an oversized teddy, curling up and nuzzling into the crook of his neck with a deep breath.
“I love you, Hobie,” you whisper, kissing him gently.
He hums deep in his chest, a smile curling his lips. “Love you, too, darlin’ girl.” His hand strokes your back in a gentle, loving pattern. It feels so perfect, and it's so easy to fall asleep on top of him.
“That's cute,” he mumbles, glancing at you with a tiny chuckle.
cecil stedman x female!reader. ns4w. smut. no gender/prns mentioned. short fic. smoking. pet-names. reverse cowgirl. cream pie. r calls cecil “cece”. this is kinda dirty.
a/n: guys i might be an old man fucker😭😭 pray for me
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Cecil…Cecil is not quite sure how he has found himself in this position.
It’s all a blur really. A flash. A blink in time. An artificial warp of reality.
One minute, you’re innocently inviting him into your house for coffee. Cecil wonders for brief moment why you or himself would be drinking coffee so late at night, but he accepts your invite. He assumed he wouldn’t be here for long anyway.
Then you two get to talking; work, the “superheroes”, the goddamn weather, anything you get your mind to.
A cup of coffee turns into a glass of wine.
Then two. Three.
You two were sitting far too close to one another for it to be considered “professional”.
Bare, short-clad knees brushing against his dark-coloured cotton suit that looks far too expensive for someone like him. He lost his suit jacket and loosened his red tie as soon as you poured him his second glass of wine.
Cecil isn’t usually so lax, so accepting of offers like house invitations and wine, but he figures it’s been a long week, an even longer year and that he deserves a break no matter how short it will last.
“Debbie just doesn’t understand.” Cecil sighs, downing the rest of his wine. It takes the weight of the world off his shoulders. “I don’t want to hurt her. Or Mark, or Oliver. They just don’t-“” He sighs, “They just don’t get it.”
“I know, Cece.” Your head buzzed so much that you don’t even remember placing your hand on his shoulder. “They don’t live in our world. They don’t under…understand the sacrifice. They think you’re evil but you’re not. I know you’re not evil.”
Cecil is staring at you now, rusty-blue irises filling your vision like the ocean, ivory eyelashes frost around them. His eyes are glassy.
“You believe that?”
Your face is too close to his now. You take your hand in his large one.
“You’re a good man, Cecil. I believe that."
Cecil's gaze flickers down to where your two hands are connected then back to you again. He gulps. It follows the swipe of your tongue over your lips like a moth to a flame. He hears your breath hitch.
"Cece..."
You eye the mangled skin of his lip. Then your own lips find them.
At first he doesn't respond. He's frozen in his spot on your couch, hand flopping limply in your own.
Cecil seems to be snapped back into his senses when you pull back, apologising viciously, offering him a way out, far, far away from the mess you have conjured up from the sinful movement of your lips.
He quickly puts a stop to that babble with his own lips.
He should not have done that. He should not have done that.
But God, your lips were so soft. You were so responsive and enthusiastic to his touch, a feeling he hasn't felt in over a decade. So sue him for breaking his own rules for once in his shit life.
You both stumble to your bedroom, leaving a trail of clothes (mainly yours) in the wake. You’re pushing him onto your plush sheets. The fly to his pants are down.
It’s a whirl. He’s blinded by it all - your body, your hands, your lips, your breath - it’s all too much and not near enough.
That’s how he finds himself in this position - lying on your bed, his shirt unbuttoned and pants down to his ankles, with you bouncing up and down on his dick.
You’ve already came twice, courtesy of his mouth and length. You seem to be returning the favour judging by the ferocity of your hips.
Cecil can’t take his eyes away from where you both meet - your wet folds leave strings of gossamer with every desperate rise and fall of your bounces, and your gorgeous ass ripples and shines with each movement.
This was it. This is what kills him.
If someone five years ago had told him that he’d be fucking his most attractive coworker, he wouldn’t have believed it. Gone were the days that he could have some sort of freedom in his life, any dream of relaxation was just that; a dream. Fantasies that will never come into fruition.
But Cecil guesses he was wrong.
“Oh, oh fuck.” He curses. His stomach clenches. “Fuck.”
Cecil’s hand grips one of your soft, pert cheeks in his hand. You arch into the contact.
“Cece…Cece, are you gonna cum?”
You really were trying to kill him.
The visual of your coy face peering back at him over your shoulder, the rotations of your ass, and most importantly, the way your hot, seeping tight cunt swallows his cock so tightly that you may have gifted him with a small experience of the heaven he will never face.
“Don’t say that shit.”
You giggle. You fucking giggle.
“I’m just saying,” - you cut yourself off with a loud moan - “I’m just saying tha-that you can cum inside of me.”
An animalistic growl spews from Cecil’s mouth as his grip turns into searing iron on your hips.
“Don’t say that shit.”
“‘M serious, you can.” As if to emphasise your point, you switch on an ecstatic pace with your hips, rotating yourself on his cock like a cog in a wheel. Quick and precise. You can feel your own wetness dripping down his cock.
Cecil didn’t stand a chance.
Not with the way you moved or the sounds that kept pouring out of your mouth or the smooth tilts and curves of your supple body.
His heavy balls draw up tight. His head is thrown back. His hips buck up once, twice, thrice-
He erupts inside of you with a tremulous groan, one that echoes throughout your quaint room. His cock spurts rope after rope of sticky seed inside of your walls, more than you knew a man his age was capable of giving. His hands remain of your still-moving hips, slowing you down just a little. He wanted a break, not to be a victim of an accidental murder.
You hum, biting your lip at how full you are. Planting your hands on the bed, you raise yourself off his dick. Cecil hisses at the cool air hitting his now flaccid member. You wiggle your hips.
Cecil sees what you’re drawing his attention to - his cum, his cum that is seeping around and from your velvet, glistening walls. If he had the energy he did twenty years ago, this would’ve called for a round two.
“Jesus.” He spits, the bite mellowed out by his fatigue. “You’re fucking greedy, aren’t you?”
You laugh at him. “I’ll take that as a thank you.”
You clamber off his lap, sweaty, sheen and sly as fox you crawl up to his side. Your rouge-bitten lips find solace on his clear neck, a neck in desperate need of some dark love bites.
Cecil reaches into his trousers that are still hooked around his ankles. He pulls out his lighter and a cigarette. He lights it.
You narrowed your eyes at him as Jiraiya went through his belongings and, surprisingly fast, pulled out a small bottle of what you knew was lube. He grinned at you like the pervert he was, and you frowned.
Notes:
KINKTOBER DAY 4: MIRROR SEX
This was all @dreadsuitsamus idea so yeah........ i know @actuallysaiyan would like this too sooo
divider by @/saradika-graphics
You buried your face in your hands, groaning loudly as Jiraiya laughed nonchalantly.
“Stop laughing and go buy a condom, will you?!” You practically yelled at him, slapping his arm before covering yourself with the blanket.
“I can’t,” Jiraiya said, looking at the tent in his pants, making you roll your eyes while you blushed. “Not with this weapon pointing in different directions.”
“Then I guess you’re staying that way until it goes away on its own.” You replied, getting up from the bed to look for your clothes.
“Hold on,” He grabbed your wrist and you looked at him with a quirked brow. “I know what we can do.”
You narrowed your eyes at him as Jiraiya went through his belongings and, surprisingly fast, pulled out a small bottle of what you knew was lube. He grinned at you like the pervert he was, and you frowned.
“No.”
“I didn’t even say anything yet!”
“Okay, what then?”
“Maybe we can-”
“No.”
A smile threatened to escape from your lips when Jiraiya pouted. A grown man, an old man, pouting. That was lame and adorable on its own.
“But you said you wanted to try anal some time.” He said, looking at you with pleading eyes as you felt the heat in your face rise.
“This is not how I wanted to try that!”
“Come on, babe, you know I always treat you nice.” Jiraiya approached you, holding both of your hands as the blanket around you threatened to fall. “I’ll be sure to take really good care of you, like good ole Jiraiya always does.”
You played coy, but he knew you well enough to know you’d give in.
But you didn’t think he’d use the mirror in the room and make you watch yourself as he fucked you.
Jiraiya was strong, so strong that he effortlessly made you bounce on his cock, as if you weighed nothing. With his arms wrapped around you in a firm grip, you shut your eyes closed to brace yourself for each thrust.
“Oh no, no!” He chastised you, slapping your thigh hard enough to make you look at yourself in the mirror. “Don’t close your eyes, baby, watch me fuck your cute little hole.”
Your face was already ablaze from the strain of the position you were in, or else his words would have set your cheeks on fire.
You were drenched in your own arousal, dripping from your entrance all the way down to your asshole, even trailing down Jiraiya’s cock, mixing in with the lube and his own precum. The sound of skin slapping against skin was already embarrassing, but the slick noise of his dick gliding in and out of your hole added to the obscenity of it all.
And yet you couldn’t avert your eyes from your own reflection. It was embarrassing to watch yourself, legs folded against your chest and held in place in a firm grip while Jiraiya made you bounce on his thick cock; but you had never been more turned on before. The way your pussy was dripping was proof enough, and he had barely even touched you there since he slipped his cock inside your ass, but heat was rapidly growing in your abdomen, increasing your excitement.
“Look at you,” Jiraiya purred against your ear, with a lecherous smirk on his face that you could clearly see in the reflection of the mirror. “Acting so shy before, but you’re so fucking wet, you’re making a mess.”
A breathy moan was ripped out of you with the next snap of his hips, and whatever you were going to say died in your throat.
“I knew you’d feel this great,” Jiraiya went on, like the big talker he was, with a shaky, low voice that gave away how good he was feeling. “Your pussy is amazing, but your ass? Never felt anything like it, gonna make this old man have a heart attack.”
How could he talk so much? Your brain was barely comprehending what he was saying, but it was enough to bring you closer to the edge, his deep voice spilling lust as he spoke into your ear.
Your legs shuddered when he shifted, his cock hitting inside you so deep, it was like he was fucking your pussy instead. You inevitably clenched around him, shutting your eyes tight as you mewled.
“Fuck, don’t look away, honey, don’t do that.” Jiraiya commanded, desperate, as he slapped your thigh once again, making you gasp and comply. “Pay attention to how you suck me in… You don’t wanna let me go, do you?”
You babbled in response, and he chuckled darkly at your reaction; you were too far gone to reply coherently.
“You want me to keep fucking your little hole, don’t you? You want me to fill you up all nice and good, yeah? You will let this old man have this?”
Panting and whimpering, you nodded eagerly, digging your nails into his arms, as if you were threatening him if he dared to let go of you.
“Oh, baby, you were meant for me.” Jiraiya groaned, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “Meant to take my big cock in all your pretty little holes.”
Through the mirror, you watched his erection, coated in both of your slick and his precum, slid in and out, pace turning uneven quickly as his groans grew louder and shaky.
Your mind turned blank when he slipped his hand between your legs to stroke your clit.
The ultimate derek hale x oc fic recs list that no one asked for
In no particular order:
1. The Skeptic by @alvfr - If you haven’t read this then you’re missing out. This is one GIANT of a fic, and probably the best teen wolf fanfiction I’ve ever read. I love it with all my heart, and I’m already gearing up for a re-read. If you want to read just one DerekxOC fic, then choose this one.
2. Top Wolf by Death_Cap - I read this recently and let me tell you how freaking psyched I was! This is giving Top Gun but it blends so well in the world of Beacon Hills! Explores Derek’s trauma really well, and has some really sexy moments. I also love the unexpected Derek/Jordan bff-ism. Extremely well-written and so so underrated!
3. Little Big Town by kayhi - If you want Alpha!Derek and McCall and Hale pack fusion with the vibes of those famous avengers tower fics in the 2010s and a whole lot of spice, this is the fic for you.
4. Harper's Bizarre by @daisybeats - Really unique and funny with a lot of found family feels. Ongoing.
5. love, like something tender, tender like a bruise by cheimonarose - This is ongoing? Incomplete? And just 5k words BUT don’t let that stop you because it’s literally 5k worth of ART. So so well-written with a character and setting that feels…lived in is the only term that comes to mind. Chef’s kiss.
6. Angels and Anger by RaeLa3537 - Okay, so, technically this has the oc still in high school, which I normally steer clear off. But it’s really well-written so I gave it a chance and I’m glad I did!! This is ongoing but last I checked the author still updates regularly so yay. Really good dynamic between Derek and the OC
7. Howl and Twice the Howl by Lisa Muller - (Yes, I was so desperate for more DerekxOC fics that I ventured off into Quotev.) Same case as the one above. People really like pairing Derek with people in high school. This one addresses the age gap a bit, though, which is more than some of the other fics I read. It also has a discontinued third book, but the ending of the second book is pretty satisfying already.
8. Distance by Lauren Nowakowski - This has the childhood friends maybe lovers trope and I ate it up so much !!
9. Faith, Belief, Family by LacytheSilverWolf - This is a pretty big series with over 14 (or more!) works spanning this Derek x OC pairing, ranging from multichap fics to one shots. The last book featuring s6 is incomplete and probably abandoned tho
10. Through Her Eyes by Death_Cap - Amazing Derek character study. Really really painful. Heed the tags—character death and all.
11. Mark of the Wolf by scribeofmorpheus - Vet!OC !! A really fleshed out one, too! This has some interesting world building and lore. The 2nd person POV didn’t even bother me. Has an ongoing 2nd book too.
12. A Sky Full Of Lightning by bethejerktomybitch - Some really good lore in this one too. The OC has the same name as me so that was a little weird lmao. I love that this starts in s3, because I can only read so much s1/s2 retellings 😭
13. Tape, Glue, and Sutures: Or How To Mend a Fractured Pack by augopher - This has some tropes I really enjoy: Hale pack, Derek not losing his alpha status, etc. Starts post s3A too. Has platonic sterek.
14. Meltdown by Lauren Nowakowski - Features a doctor!oc with a really colorful personality !! I think this is ongoing. I could be wrong.
15. Valiant and Incarnate by mads - If I had a dollar for every Stilinski!twin OC x Derek fics I’ve encountered, I’d be rich. This has really great banter and is really well-written.
16. Deadpool by AintThatDevine - Yes, I was so desperate that I hunted down my old wattpad account. I remember reading this one in high school so I decided to reread it, and it surprisingly still holds up! It’s not usual to find a well-written fic on this particular platform, so I feel really blessed that 15 year old me found this. Set in s4 which is a bonus—anything set in seasons other than 1/2 always get my attention.
17. come down soon and the elevator by -bronwyn - Found another good one from the orange app! who would have thought ! The second book is ongoing, but it has Isaac in s4 so it’s still worth a read !!
18. Werewolves by @witchofhellridge - The perfect fall read ! The OC is a witch and when I say witch I’m talking spells, immortality, familiars etc !! This is also really hot. Slow burn who?? This thing ignites from the get go and it’s actually so refreshing. There are some weird dialogue that I’m choosing to overlook tho.
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I desperately needed this list for myself two months ago. and now, 100+ fics read later, I finally made it, in case another twenty something adult decides to relive their childhood by rewatching teen wolf and is now dying for good derek fics.
Alright. Back to writing my own Derek x OC fic, I go…
turnnoffyourmind
jbbartram-illu
tangentwithtanner
gummygunk
origamiaround
stormborns
