Sterek Oh My!

Danger! There be NSFW here. Like seriously, I made this blog for Sterek smut. Most if not all posts will be NSFW. Also I like Top!Stiles/Bottom!Derek AND vise versa.

[homemadesterekpie]

okay but Stiles starting feeling like a slut or like “easy” because he can’t say no to Derek anytime he wants to have sex…

like they’re not dating yet and maybe they’re both not doing really well mentally either and won’t sit down to have a decent conversation.

on top of that, Stiles’ home life isn’t great, him and his dad aren’t really speaking these days and there’s always disappointment in his eyes when he looks at Stiles now.

They can’t hang out for anything without Stiles ending up under Derek fighting for his life as Derek fucks him. and it’s always so good. so so good but after Derek leaves, Stiles always feels like he should have put up some sort of a fight. right? that’s what he should do but he’s never able to.

Derek just has to look at him in the way he does and Stiles is already baring his neck and Derek is there, nuzzling and grazing his teeth on the delicate skin and it’s game over for Stiles.

that uneasiness Stiles feels starts to accumulate until Stiles can’t even look at Derek in the eyes anymore when they’re together, fucking or not.

the next time they fuck Derek tries to push Stiles’ face up with his nose so they can look at eachother but Stiles looks at a point on the ceiling beside Derek’s head. but Derek still tries to catch his eyes so he just ends up pushing at Derek’s shoulders so he can let Stiles roll onto his belly to change the position.

Derek doesn’t enter him again right away, he splays a big hand to Stiles’ back and his thumb caresses his skin, back and forth, back and forth.

Stiles starts shaking a little and he’s like “just fuck me! please just… just fuck me, Derek.” and he means it, he wants Derek he wants him so so much. so after only hesitating again for one more second Derek slides into him again.

Usually in this position it doesn’t take long for them to finish, but this time Derek takes it slow. any time Stiles tries to make him pick up the pace by arching into the thrusts Derek pushes his hips back to the bed and keeps him in place.

it’s agonizing, Stiles hides his face in his pillow because there might be tears involved but Derek doesn’t let him hide for long, he circles a hand around Stiles’ throat and lifts a little giving Stiles no choice but to turn his face to the side.

Stiles’ face crumples and more tears fall and Derek falters in his movements making Stiles immediately say “no please, don’t stop!” and again he means it. he doesn’t want Derek to stop but he also can’t stop crying and his heart hurts and he doesn’t really know why. he just knows that later when he’ll be left alone he’ll start feeling like shit about letting Derek have him again.

Derek does stop tho but he doesn’t pull out. he brushes his nose to Stiles cheek softly and says Stiles’ name just as softly. Stiles’ lips wobbles a little and he starts apologizing. but Derek just says “talk to me”.

and Stiles just cries and shakes for a few seconds but finally asks Derek why he always has to leave after. his voice is barely a whisper but the words are coming from somewhere down deep, somewhere Stiles had refused to look at for a while now.

Derek goes very still on top of him, his nose lifting from Stiles’ skin for a few beats before he asks Stiles if he wants him to stay after. Stiles just nods in his pillow, cheek rubbing.

Derek’s nose comes back to nuzzle Stiles’ cheek and just says “okay i’ll stay” before slowly thrusting into Stiles again making him gasp.

This time Derek does pick up the pace and fucks into him hard, leaving Stiles moaning brokenly into his pillow until he’s coming untouched into the sheets while Derek spills into him so so deep with a growl.

Derek is true to his word and stays after. he pulls Stiles to him and pillows Stiles’ head to his chest and runs his fingers up and down Stiles’ back for a long time while Stiles plays with Derek’s chest hair absentmindedly.

later, Derek asks if he’s hungry and Stiles says he could eat so Derek takes him to the diner on main street for some curly fries and a burger.

when Derek drops him home after, he kisses Stiles on the lips softly before leaving.

that night, Stiles goes to bed without even once feeling like shit or like he should have put up a fight.

[barb-aricyawp]

peter and some non-con touching? not too far, but just enough 😊 (anyone can be doing it EXCEPT tony please!!)

I think I understand what you’re asking for, though I derailed a bit. Thank you for this, anon. It sparked a really pleasant-to-write whump scene. Felt like the hey days of torture tuesday.

This is a part of the peter and winter soldier thing I’m doing.

This will include non-consensual touching, but not sex.

“No,” Peter moans as he’s brought up to standing. Even this, just being shifted, is painful enough to make his head swim. “No, no, no please. No more, no more.”

“It’s just me,” the Soldier mumbles, though it’s more to himself than to Peter. God knows each time he tumbled out of the chair, he couldn’t hear his own heartbeat, much less someone talking to him. Peter is dazed, disoriented. Eyes gone glassy from the thousands of volts they’ve just charged through his brain.

They don’t have time for this.

The Soldier manhandles Peter out of the chair. His lithe frame is easily supported in the hook of the Soldier’s metal arm, but he struggles. Kicks his legs. Thrashes his arms. Hard.

“Don’t!” He’s desperate with panic now, a wild thing. “Commander, no. No! Don’t touch me!” 

His elbow sinks into the Soldier’s eye, sharp edge catching the crest of his zygomatic bone. It stings, a lot, and the Soldier spitefully drops Peter to the floor. 

Memory ignites in the Soldier’s hippocampus. Memory of the last time he struggled getting out of the chair. How the techs had righted him to his feet and when he had stumbled, fallen, his handler kicked him in the stomach. How the sudden shift in gravity paired with the pain in his gut had rattled his already sensitive neurons. Left him vomiting bile onto the floor.

With the flash of memory comes the plummet of guilt. The Soldier shouldn’t have dropped Peter like that. It’s only his second time in the chair. He still has memory, personality. It must be much, much worse than anything the Soldier can recall.

“Hey, I’m not the Commander,” he says, crouching down next to Peter, who is curled into a fetal ball. Shaking and raw. He tries to touch his shoulder, but Peter flinches away, crying out with a keening cry like an animal.

“No, Commander!”

The Soldier grits his teeth, irritation spiking again. The Commander is down the hall, and if he hears the kid carrying on like this, he will come in and give Peter something to really scream about.

“Look, kid.” He takes up Peter’s head, ready to jerk him into looking. But he halts himself when he sees that the kid is weeping now. 

The Soldier sighs and gently rotates Peter’s cheek to the floor. Peter’s body settles some, sense easing back into him as it takes in the empty room.

“It’s me. Just me.” The Soldier wishes he could give Peter his name. Wishes that he could find it again. “We’re the only ones in here.”

Peter’s pupils dilate and shrink as he checks the corners of the room, quivering. The pale irises make the pupil fluctuation more apparent. Uncomfortable to witness.

Peter spots the chair, the metal bracket still crackling with electricity. He stops breathing. 

Just the sight of the chair used to make the Soldier’s ears ring. 

“You’re fine,” he says, resting his cool metal hand against Peter’s temple. He knows it must be burning. “We’re alone. You’re not going back in the chair. I’m just going to take you back to the cell.”

The look Peter gives him then is questioning, but trusting. The Soldier sighs. And then, suddenly, it occurs to him: what he hasn’t tried yet.

“Can I touch you?”

Peter halts, then nods, extending his arms out like a child asking to be picked up. The Soldier scoops him up in both arms, settling him over his shoulder in a fireman’s carry. Peter sags against his spine. His hot breath warms the Soldier’s flesh shoulder.

[flower-skull-hourglass-blog]

Join the dumpster. We have empty Axe cans and moldy pizza.

[barb-aricyawp]

The peter/winter soldier ficlet u did was soooo good and i could read a million more of them.... its such a good whumpy concept, with the winter soldier trying to protect this kid in whatever fucked up way he can

Aw, thanks! I’ve been pleased with the popularity of that one. Here you are, love. Have another.

“This is going to be harder,” the Soldier says as they walk down the long corridor to the room at the end. “It will hurt, but you’ll be allowed to scream. If you pass out, they won’t turn it off. Stay conscious.”

Peter nods.

The Soldier starts to open the door and hesitates, glancing back to Peter over his shoulder. A shadow haunts his expression. “I’ll be there the whole time.”

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@loveyprophet​: Stiles wears a lot of oversized clothes and stuff. His pants accidentally fall of his hips because they’re too loose, often flashing people with teases of what underwear he’s wearing. He’ll wear an old loose shirt with a worn neckline that’ll hang lowly and expose most of his collarbone. His jackets always fall off one shoulder because they’re too big for him.

Derek’s in the background just soaking all the little teases of exposed skin. Piecing it together in him mind to form a very attractive image before he feels guilty for thinking of Stiles that way—Stiles is too young to understand what he’s doing. He’s too inexperienced to realize how seductive he can be.

Then, Stiles becomes older and the teasing seems to get worse. The older Stiles is, the more deliberate his flashes of skin are. At 18, Stiles will purposely wear loose neck lines and lean forward when Derek is around so he can see the peaks of pink nipple. Stiles will purposely stretch on Derek’s couch, so that his shirt can ride up while his pants are forced to sit lower on his hips because it’s so loose it’ll snag on a cushion.

Stiles will 100% become an A+ tease.

[kwanghale]

[scottstiles]

And what about you, Stiles? Feeling some anxiety? Why would you ask me that?

[daunt]

Scott taking a selfie with Stiles while they’re cuddling in bed! I used this photo as a basis for this drawing. It was such a cute photo I couldn’t resist.  :D

[theartofimagining13]

Sebastian went from 'it's nice to finally meet you sir' to 'your daughter calls me daddy too'

He surely fucking did.

~A.Wölf.

[superbirdofflames]

[mysnarkyself]

Teen Wolf AU  - Sterek AU (NSFW)

Derek gets constantly distracted by Stiles flannel shirts and has a hard time teaching.

[theright-track-deactivated20131]

[the-other-place]

[ionsquare]

#derek in a hotel #away from stiles for a few nights#puts his laptop on the glass table in the room and loads skype#stiles talks him into doing a striptease #slowly#because stiles doesn’t want to rush#and despite the fact that derek has to be awake early the next day for a meeting with another pack#he listens to stiles #goes slow #takes his time #until when he’s finally naked#cock hard and pre come everywhere #it barely takes anything for him to come#just the look in stiles’ eyes #his voice as he talks derek through it#what he wants derek to do to himself#what he wants derek to do when he gets back home#and derek falls asleep with come on his stomach and his hand on his dick#but when he wakes up stiles is still signed into skype#he’s asleep with his mouth open and derek smiles#watches him for a while before he gets ready for his day (via likeairplanelights)